Dear Reader,
What people often call “narcissistic traits” are, in reality, layers of protection. Over time, people build these defenses often unconsciously to protect something wounded deep inside. When we slap the label “narcissist” on someone, it doesn’t heal them or us. It creates distance and blocks compassion. Beneath all that, there isn’t a label, there’s a soul. And when we stop labeling, that’s when we truly see them.
With understanding,
Richie
In this dream, I was tasked to deliver supplies, only to find my truck raided and its order destroyed. While the army gathered, a pulsing orange glow entered, searching for me and speaking words I’ve waited lifetimes to hear. It lifted my spirit from sinking deep within to surrounding my body, alive and larger than flesh. A dream of responsibility, disruption, and divine awakening.
I was tasked by my chain of command to take a loaded truck with supplies to a port area, next to a channel of water. I parked and waited. I don’t know what happened, but while I slept or while I was at the mess tent, I’m not sure which, it was a mess tent I’ve been to many times. The line is always long, and just past it is the tarmac. Back at the truck, somehow the truck was raided, I couldn’t tell what was left or not, all the doors were cut off and cut into pieces and screwed to the outside of the truck. For some reason, I knew they had done it because they knew that if they kept the doors on the vehicle, then I wouldn’t notice all the havoc they had caused. I didn’t see anything missing but somehow with everything in such a mess all over the back and in the cargo I knew that I didn’t know if anything was useful anymore and just not knowing was a problem because I had to know what was available for who needed it and where it was so they’d get it as they passed, without the ability to expressly give it, they’d miss out. And I saw the army coming, ours, getting ready in position for what’ll be here soon. I remember hearing the voice of my fellow soldiers from the briefing before speak to me now: “You’re going to have to deal with this now.” As I lay waiting at the end of the day, in worry and in a painful half-sleep, I saw this orange glow come into the truck. It was looking for me, speaking to me; I heard it speaking about me, as if it were speaking to itself, while it was close and on its way. It came in and moved around above me, pulsing as it spoke. I remember what it said, but I don’t share it. It’s something that I feel like I’ve waited lifetimes to hear. It made me feel alive, bigger, almost as if before this, my spirit was sinking deeper into myself and becoming smaller to sense and further distant the deeper it went. And this just brought me up not just to the surface, but surrounding myself or my body, being bigger than it, and covering it.
In a vivid dream, I walked into Pastor Charles Lawson’s church and found myself in the middle of a funeral unlike any other. Four rooms held different mysteries, women preparing, whispers over a body robed in royal blue, memories spoken in the sanctuary, and a final exchange about payment that pointed back to the covered one. The atmosphere felt sacred, surprising, and layered with hidden meaning.
There is a famous pastor, Charles Lawson, who posts his sermons on the internet. I’ve never met him or been to the church he is at yet, but in my dream, I went there. When I went inside, there was a funeral, with four rooms, almost all women there. I only remember one guy, who seemed to be dressed in pastor clothes. In the first room the people were mourning and getting things ready, but they werent super sad, in the next room i saw a person on a table covered in royal blue robes and they were rolling it up on that person, the one at the head of the person on the table looked up and gave me a surprised look, like, what is he doing here, not a bad look a good surprised, that person whispered to the others, they all whispered among each other and looked at me kid of strangely. The next room was the room that was used to preach in, pretty big, and they were calling off the details of the dead’s life, then I looked to the right in the other room, one lady asked the man in pastor clothes, Who do I pay, and How much now? He said all of it and pointed to the room with the person who was on the table in royal blue robes.
I traveled across three planets through the generations of species, not time. On Mars, I returned to the underground pyramids I’ve seen in dreams countless times, buried in the sand dunes. There I found two companions, family in spirit, who carried the key to what we were meant to finish. Together, we were called to gather others, but first we had to unite, remembering who we were and where we came from.
Traveled to 3 planets 🪐 through 3 different generations, but not typical generations, these were species generations. On one planet, the beginning of life was from far under the beach or deep underground beach. There were two companions I ran into that I knew were family, and that we were supposed to be together because I knew what we would do, because I knew who we were and where we came from. One believed me after only a little convincing and after taking him through and guiding him through the pyramids under the earth on Mars. The other was stubborn but stayed around because she liked us. I knew we could begin what we were meant to finish, and only needed to be together, and we were supposed to gather others, everyone, but we, our core group, had to be together first. The underground pyramids on Mars were the same place of underground pyramids that I have been to in dreams, maybe dozens or hundreds of times, just from dreams that I can remember off the top of my head. The pyramids are in the sand dunes.
Our Father in heaven, forgive us, we have allowed the world to influence our minds and our perception. You have given us perfect instruction, and we have abandoned it by our actions. We claim your name with our mouth, but our actions follow the familiar in the world. We have been a harlot. Have mercy on us, Father, correct us, judge us, save us.
Thank you for hearing us in love and mercy. Thank you for guiding those who seek you. Thank you for the faith that comes from patience in waiting for you. In the end, following you, we see your perfect plan for us.
In a dream, I was given a humble house in the desert beside unseen but constant trains. A hidden podium appeared, and as I spoke, time unfolded benches rose, fences vanished, and I was lifted into the air. The moment echoed Luke 4:18–21, as golden words and the seal of Ezekiel emerged from the pages before me, shining with eternal depth and calling.
A vision of calling, voice, and the lifting of the Word
I was given a house in the desert. Outside the house, it was a humble-looking structure, covered with heavy moss and surrounded by trees, as if it had been left abandoned in a forest for a long time. Right up against the house was a train track. I knew it was busy, but I was never able to see a single train go through, but I know the trains did go through even when I was at home. A chain-link fence was between my house and the train tracks.
A woman came by to help. While helping, I found a podium I didn’t see before. It was facing the fence and the train track. I opened the book, and as I spoke, I noticed my voice seemed to permeate from the depths of the canyons and into the ground. As this happened, a climbing set of benches showed up and people, the train also, as if I was seeing a time lapse. The more I focused on speaking, the fence seemed to disappear and the podium grew. It was huge and started to surround me, and it started to lift me up as if it could fly on its own.
I felt as if I were having the same moment Jesus did when He read:
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to preach the acceptable year of the Lord.”
“And he closed the book, and he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him. And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears.”
— Luke 4:18–21, KJV
As I was reading, the book was in front of me, sitting open on the podium, but I wasn’t looking at it. I wanted to see what I was reading before I left, so that I could come back. When I looked at it, the white of the pages looked as rich as the sky air and seemed to be as deep as it. The writing was a mirror-shine gold and I saw a seal rise up from it.
I was on a ship 🛳
There were two, battle ships, small ones, flat black and stealth looking . I had to go inside and join with the crew undercover because my daughter and some other guy was there, the guy was a kid maybe 18-20 taking care of her. The ships were filled with bad messed up people but most of them just had no where to go. I had a little help but I was the only one that could or would do anything to get them out.
Someone hid weapons for me. The first one I was told to use was a grenade. I ran around the ship through their celebrations in the different levels and rooms I couldn’t find my opportunity.
My room with the two kids was just to the side of the main hall room with bleachers made out of railroad ties surrounding the back walls. I decided to use it there on the far side from where I stayed with the kids. It wouldn’t go off after pulling the pin and throwing it far under the bleachers, it should have landed in the center of the ship because under the bleachers led through the walls. It didn’t go anywhere. I stayed with the kids a while scared because it’s a ship and what if it rocks in the water and the grenade shifts next to our wall!! After a while I told the boy to watch my baby and be ready I’m going to make this work now. I asked someone, somehow an older woman but she wasn’t there, on the radio maybe? She did this before with the same type grenade, it had two parts, the pin and a switch that was attached to my belt that was like a remote. I looked again through the ship to set it off, it wasn’t a normal grenade, it was newer, high tech looking. I didn’t want to kill anyone, I couldn’t. Not all of them were bad they didn’t know what they were doing. I went out onto the deck and threw it over board and flipped the switch that was on a chest plate like armor I was wearing. I thought I’d have to find another way. But the explosion was close enough to the side of the ship, two seconds later I heard one single alarm “evacuate the Ship” everyone immediately started evacuation.
I for some reason jumped thinking it wouldn’t work, I swam to shore, it wasn’t far, we were still in small channels inside the city before heading out to sea. I went into the city running around to find help for another way. The city was so huge, nothing like I’d seen before, it was built up to the sky, looked like I was in the future. After what seemed like a couple hours I ran back remembering everyone started evacuating. I got there just in time to see the large lifeboats all coming to shore. I swam out to find out where my daughter and the boy were to make sure they got out. The alarm alerted people from the city, the city welcomed and took care of anyone who came out without question.
I found the boy he started to hand me something of hers as if it was the only thing left of her I felt my heart sank and world begin to crush but as I looked at him, just behind him she was there with a woman being taken care of. Her and the woman disappeared and I never saw them again, I was made to forget them. The boy came with me to shore, he disappeared and I was made to forget. As he disappeared I was greeted by my other daughter and went to live and take care of her with a man who said he was going to help me. He asked about what we would do now to get by. He asked about savings if I had any,
I had more than enough for anything, I saved from before I went onto the ship, I knew I’d need it one
day somehow. This place where he asked me, we were on a huge escalator, wide but clear almost like crystal, above the traffic going up, it seemed to go through the buildings too.
Everyone else got to have a free fresh start, they didn’t have to stay with that group just to get by
anymore. They got free passes to go live in the city, the city also took care of them no matter where they wanted to go from there.
In a vivid dream set in a place like the Netherlands, an urgent call sent us racing toward planes. We placed airline headphones over our shoes, somehow hearing them in our ears while they shielded us from unseen danger. Scattered across fields, we followed a strange directive. Amid it all, a woman shielded a child a moment of grounding before the message came: “This is it. This is the end.”
It started in what looked like an airport. There were archways, tall, arched walkways lining both sides of a canal that ran through the street. It felt like Denmark, or maybe Holland or the Netherlands, that’s what the scenery looked like. I’m not sure if it was there, but that’s what it reminded me of, somewhere in that part of the world.
We were moving fast, heading out toward the tarmac. Planes were lined up. There was a sense of urgency. We were running in a hurry.
There was a call like an announcement, but it was only for us on our way. It was something about a fall or our fall. I’m not sure what it was, but we all knew exactly what to do.
There were these static bags, shiny silver like the kind that computer parts come in. Everyone had them. Inside each bag was a pair of headphones, like the ones that you get from airline staff.
We were putting the headphones over our feet, over our shoes. I don’t know why, but we couldn’t move forward without doing it. When they got on our shoes, they formed around them like a protective barrier, air tight, for our shoes because, for some reason, we needed it for some type of ground lightning, which is what I was thinking. And the headphones stayed in their place and had to be part of it, so that on the balls of all our feet there was a pair of airline headphones that worked perfectly without being plugged in, and we could hear what the headphones were receiving, but we heard it in our ears even though they were on our feet.
We were all in different spots, scattered. I must’ve been further ahead, because I remember cutting across a grass field to get to one of the planes. I didn’t want to go, but I had to.
But that wasn’t the hard part.
Then there was something about “the investor” or “the back study card.” I’m not sure what it was.
A woman had her hands over a child. She was shielding them, protecting them. That wasn’t the important part, though. The part we were supposed to be aware of. Like it was a key moment. A grounding moment. So we could orient ourselves. Like we had to ground the clay, or maybe ourselves, in the right way.
I didn’t remember that part until later in the day, after the fights. And people were talking to children. Telling them:
“This is it.
This is the end.”
In a dream, I held fast to the tusks of a mammoth, only to find myself in a different world its bones fossilized, voices of unseen people echoing through a museum of living memories. An old man, once part of a battle, trained me in a house that expanded into infinity. Fossils whispered of events still to come, and a waiting crowd reminded me that the past and present were not separate.
I had this dream of walking through people’s houses and their yards. The houses and yards were on display as if they were museums. I got there by grabbing onto and not letting go of the tusks of a mammoth 🦣. It bucked and dragged me down, and as I went down with it, everything dissolved and faded into a different world. The same place, but things were different. When I came into the world, I was grabbing on to the tusks still, but the tusks were in the ground and faded like fossils. I tried standing up without letting go, but when I did, the mammoth started to resurrect, and I felt something tell me, ‘No, don’t let go, not yet. So I stood up and looked around, and I was the only one there, but I heard all the voices of people passing by as if echoes of a tour of the museum. As I looked around and saw the mounds of dirt with fossils surfaced, other ones would appear along with the voices, and I heard the background voices of some who didn’t care and of another group who felt bad for them because they’re the reason we were all there. They needed to know and didn’t understand that this battle wasn’t in the past because the museum became richer by the present. Then an old man showed up who was part of the battle, then older men showed up who each had their own house/museum where they stayed, and all we’re getting ready for when the bones come back out of the ground again. One was training me, he’d move around the house, always busy, and I’d explore it. It was a simple house, but it seemed endlessly huge inside and out the more I explored it. At a glance, it seemed like a small house with a small yard around it, at closer inspection, everything expanded infinitely. While I was in the backyard, inspecting fossils again, I put stakes in some fossils because while staring at them, I saw the event, but it was just ground. The old man showed up, working on a fence and answering all my questions. His daughter had shown up; he had given her to me years before, but I didn’t know of her or our history together until she arrived. A partly visible crowd behind her was waiting for me. Outsiders started to pass through one or two at a time, seeing me and moving on…..
Father, thank you for your son, Jesus, the perfect gift you gave to us, with the simplicity that even the least of us can understand and be blessed. In him, your work is perfected, for all who accept him. Your name is above all names, and you are worthy of all praises, glory, and honor, Father. In Jesus, we have peace; he showed us plainly your perfect love. In Him we have rest; His life that we walk after, keeping in mind all that He taught us, is our Sabbath. Thank you, Father, for sending your son to show us that we rest in the Sabbath every day, every moment that we live as he lived. He clearly showed us that when we pray for your will to be done, we are praying for all peace and love to reign around us. You alone are holy. We worship you forever, Father.
In a dream of light, I stood among clouds radiant as the chariot approached its open wagon filled with robe-clad bodies of light, their childlike eyes fixed on me. Seeing the darkness scarring my glowing form, I tore away the old self in one pull, leaving behind the false covering to join them. It was not just a dream, but a call to shed all that dims the spirit.
I was standing on a cloud around all the other clouds made of light, and when I saw the chariot roll up, the back wagon was similar to an open wagon that carried horse dung. It was filled with bodies make of light wearing robes made of light and they all looked up at me with child’s eyes. Then I saw my suit, regular street clothes and my skin were as one made of light but heavily scared with darkness. When I realized who they were I tore off the skin street clothing in one pull and joined.
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A dream from the edge of life and death where mercy looks like fire, healing comes through the womb of suffering, and a child’s gift restores what was once always lost. No one ever survived the bite… until now.
I was in an abandoned school, a huge place that I’ve been to before hundreds of times or more, in other connecting dreams. All the leaves were off the trees outside. I became every character while there while they were in their moments. People were getting bitten, sick, and dying.
The character rick and his wife was there, she got bit and he quarantined her to a small fenced off yard and inside a sealed white tent where she was supposed to die and then I saw myself as rick with the school master and a few others out front of the school where rick was told that no more antibiotics were found in the schools lab classes even though he was told that there would be. I got upset and felt like I had no choice, so I pulled a cord that caused a flame to start in the tent where I had rigged it with white phosphorus to burn quick and hot and kill her instantly so she wouldn’t have to suffer.
Then, as the wife, I noticed the flame start in the tent and I noticed the accelerant for the fire and thought, did he do this good enough? Will I hurt? I knew this had to happen because I knew I wouldn’t survive. And the tent collapsed on itself but didn’t start to burn yet, the accelerator wasn’t working and I was worried about dying slowly so I went to the entrance of the tent which had a vestibule and while at the front of it I started to panic but then thought, ok wait, this is your life at stake you can do this, just grab the tent with your teeth and tear it open, it was one of those thick heavy duty medical tents with layers.
I got out and rick was there watching, as I got out he was surprised that I was still able to communicate because before I couldn’t and should have been further gone by now, also when I got out I was coming from a hole in the ground and I waved at him to wait but couldn’t speak because I had to swallow the entire tent just to escape and right in front of him I pulled out little by little the entire tent from my mouth and stomach, after it all came out I said it’s ok I healed it and I joked about going to be needing a raise after this, he looked at everything I just did and agreed and he looked at my wound and it healed right in front of us and the fever left and all my color came back.
Then, as Rick, I thanked our baby because I knew that healing gift came from the child. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to let her stay with everyone because no one would trust she healed because no one has ever survived before. But when the bite on her heal wasn’t bruised anymore and the bite mark completely gone and wound sealed, they wouldn’t be able to deny it.
I remember after the tent came out of her mouth what left was nothing but what looked like a husky of it because she digested the structure,
Not everyone takes the same path to reach the other side of life’s river and they don’t have to. Boats, bridges, planes, and even those left behind all play a role in this modern parable about humility, spiritual growth, and learning not to mock another’s journey.
Your version of reality is not absolute. No one has to walk the path you took. If they do, it’s helpful for you to share your wisdom. If someone sees another path, let them walk away from the steps you took in the past. We should wish them well.
The whole point of life is to get across the river. Just because you swam doesn’t mean everyone else has to. They’re getting across all the same. You may get your arm torn off by a shark, someone will perceive that threat and Retreat and regroup because they KNOW there’s a BETTER way. While everyone thinks the only way is to swim and risk life and limb doing it, others will find out they can build boats. All the while those swimmers mocking the ones on shore are now being passed up because the winds are in their favor. But now some of the boaters have decided to mock the ones that stayed behind, the boaters think there are only two ways, swimming and by boat.
Well while the ones behind look like they’ll never catch up, one group is building cars Because they saw another start to build a bridge and another are building a plane. All of these will get them to the finish line at the other side of the river at the same time as the first guy left to swim it.
Some others were not as fortunate as to be involved in the building of ways to cross. They got left out of the groups. Others took advantage of them. They live for opportunities to reap the benefits of others’ hard work. They aren’t forgotten either. Along comes this guy named Moses. Everyone gets across, except those who stayed only to take advantage of those less fortunate. They were left behind with nothing but each other to keep company.
Don’t mock those who are behind. They could be believers. You may get passed up. Your consideration, or lack of it, may be a sign of a hardening of the heart. You’ll be left behind.
In a recurring dream landscape just outside a familiar town, a prophetic flood exposes deep corruption. As the river washes away bodies, vehicles, and guilt, no one in the town seems to care except the one who quietly records the truth, hidden and vulnerable, but preserved.
I was out with my camera and microphone to record something In a woods type area that I visited dozens of times in my dreams, it’s just outside a town that felt like we live in or are from. This place floods a little sometimes, but this time I was told by someone that it would be very bad. (In a prior dream of the same place it is an area where housed groups of teams wonder while they’re helping people from their shelters, in that one I was given a huge beautiful white ship, like a yacht, it was empty, I knew I had to go get people.) I called that person when I was there and said you were right, this place is like an ocean. Then I noticed a large red train car or trailer or ambulance, it looked like it switched because tween all three of those. There were a bunch of guys out there, they all pushed it into the rushing river to get rid of it, then they threw in a dead body and some more.
There were a bunch of cops there in uniform and medics and one cop was covered head to toe in blood, he was the main killer, he washed himself in the river and all the others did also they also threw other vehicles in it and they washed away and also sank in the sand. Some of the guys also gave themselves over to be sunken into the sand.
This whole time I hid just behind some boulders watching and recording and knowing If they saw me they’d kill me.
The area turned into a type of beach, and everyone else from town showed up
The entire town got flooded, and all the killers came out in the open, but no one cared because they were too busy getting drunk and mingling together
I got away by pretending to be a drunk within the crowd until I was out of sight, and then I was naked except for my recording of what happened.
What if perfection wasn’t about performance, but about being fully honest especially with the pain we carry? This poem reflects on how affliction can become a blessing, how peace is hidden in loss, and how true righteousness refuses to retaliate. The heart that walks with God speaks only of heaven.
It’s ok to be hurt.
Its not ok to hurt the one who hurt you.
Innocence walks upright, it understands beyond pain because it endures pain.
Righteousness is the reward of the basest, who are unappreciated and never blame anyone but themselves.
Peace is hidden in the secrets of loss.
Affliction is a blessing, to isolate internally what needs removal and correction.
Accept the truth
Accept correction
Confess the hidden inner person
Receive direction
Be lead
Be forgiven
Be honest continuously
Be perfect
Perfection is simple
It’s defined by God not what the world thinks perfect is
Perfect is complete uncomfortable honesty intent on being conformed to Christ Jesus
Out of the mouth comes the abundance of the heart and issues of life
A repentant heart does not inquire of the past
A heart with God is in heaven and all things are spoken of heaven the promise land
Not of the earth
A tender and honest poem of spiritual gratitude. Through pain, delay, and divine correction, the heart learns what love truly is. This is a thank you to the Father not for what was easy, but for what shaped the soul to recognize Him.
I am grateful for everything.
I couldn’t have been hurt so much if I did not have a desire for love and a soft heart.
If I wasn’t exposed to as much harshness and heartache I would have enjoyed the world and been blind.
If God didn’t rebuke me for my disobedience in behaving as Jesus would I wouldn’t have cared to listen and obey.
I know if I had gotten what I thought I wanted, I would have lost everything.
If I didn’t keep waiting, if I dealt with anything in a way that made sense, if I didn’t become a fool for the lord, I wouldn’t KNOW love.
Thank you, Father
She is hidden. She is veiled. Known only by the one who is worthy. This poetic revelation invites us to meet the mystery called Wisdom the Spirit who awakens dreamers and divides the faithful from the faint. Who will follow her flight?
Her name is wisdom. She is hidden, dressed in white. She is pure and veiled. She is known only by the one worthy to rest with her. The past, the body, the world, and the animal are sacrificed at the altar during the ceremony called life. The breath of life flows from her wings, awakening the dreamers. Her children are drawn towards the source of her flight, and the others are blown away by it. Who can find her, who can let go, who can move forward into the winds, watching many fall away. Who has the faith to complete their journey? Who will surrender everything seen for what is unseen and not known until it is given? Who will come back after the wedding? Who will attend and who will refuse?
Every reaction is more than an opinion, it’s a seed. As Christian content creators, our words carry the spirit we bring into them, shaping the hearts of those watching. Criticism without care closes doors; guidance with grace opens them. Learn how to respond with wisdom, love, and truth so your audience leaves not only informed, but transformed.
A note to
For those making reaction videos or commentary—especially my brothers and sisters in Christ
It’s easy to forget in the moment, but every reaction is more than just an opinion. It’s a seed. It carries weight in the spirit, it shapes the atmosphere your audience will sit in, and it either opens or closes the door for someone to hear the truth.
When you watch a clip and respond, you’re not just speaking about the person in that video; you’re speaking to the hearts of everyone who watches you. That means the spirit you carry into your response will be the spirit the audience takes with them.
If Jesus were looking through your eyes in that moment of your choice expression—and He is—what would He see?
Would He see someone to correct harshly, or someone scared, confused, or hurting? Would He see someone begging for help without knowing how to ask?
When all we do is criticize the person in the clip, without offering anything that could actually help them, we’re not just closing the door on them, we’re sealing it shut. And when that door shuts, it often seals shut for everyone in the audience who agrees with us in that moment. That door is: to judge or to guide.
Even if your viewers have never experienced the same thing to the same degree as the person in the video, they will still carry the spirit of how you responded. And if they have experienced it even in the smallest seed form, your reaction either waters that seed for life or dries it out.
And for those who don’t carry that struggle at all, it’s still a bad practice to model. Because by showing only criticism without care, you’re teaching your audience to respond to weakness with judgment instead of guidance. You’re showing them how to close a heart instead of open one.
People have these same conversations in their own minds. Some are battling thoughts that echo the very content you’re reacting to. That means you, as a content creator, have a rare opportunity to help heal these things from their beginnings, even before they ever take root. By addressing the behavior in the video as if you’re speaking directly to that person, you can guide them, and you can plant something different in your audience. You can stop future harm before it ever happens, simply because the spirit you carry when you respond will be the same spirit your audience adopts when they face similar situations.
Most Christian responses are to anger-related statements made towards Jesus or Christianity, and anger or hostility is: fear wearing armor. People hear the tone before they hear the truth. If your delivery is like an attack, the guard of those who are inclined to behave within any variant and level of subtlety or intensity of the subject of your content will go up before your words even have a chance to land. That’s why sometimes the most “right” answer can still push people further away.
“Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt.” — Colossians 4:6
“The Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone… gently instructing.” — 2 Timothy 2:24–25
So when you make your next video or statement, don’t just think, How do I respond to this? Ask, How can I guide the one in the clip and my audience one step closer to healing, wholeness, and Christ?
Because in the end, you’re not just a reactor. You’re an ambassador. And every ambassador carries the weight of the kingdom they represent.
Some connections don’t begin with a clear heart; they start with a need for belonging, comfort, or to prove something to ourselves or others.
When those needs go unsatisfied in healthy ways, we can start to place too much meaning in the wrong places. Boundaries blur. Choices get made in moments of loneliness, restlessness, or the search for identity. And instead of finding the connection we truly long for, we form bonds that don’t carry the weight to hold us up.
These are what many call unhealthy soul ties connections that link more to our wounds than to our wholeness. They’re not always visible from the outside, but they affect how we think, what we expect, and how we trust.
When those bonds end in betrayal, disappointment, or regret, their imprint can linger. Without forgiveness for them and for ourselves something inside us closes. A gate inside stays locked. And while that gate is shut, the love and life meant for a healthy bond spills into places it doesn’t belong. The mind and body has a process it goes through called cortical remapping, where the brain redirects the space and energy once dedicated to one area into another. When this happens in the physical body such as after the loss of a limb the brain reallocates its processing power, sometimes in unexpected ways. In the same way, when a deep emotional bond is broken but not healed, the mental and emotional “space” once devoted to that person is reassigned, often spilling into areas of life where it doesn’t belong. Without forgiveness and renewal, those reassigned patterns can shape new relationships in the image of the old wound.
Some people try to fill the emptiness with new encounters, but repeating the connection doesn’t repair the meaning. Instead, it lays one fragile foundation after another, where nothing lasting can stand.
Life is experienced from the inside out. What’s within us shapes what we see, how we interpret it, and what we believe is possible. Old pain filters our view, making even healthy opportunities look unsafe.
The body remembers, too. Every connection leaves patterns in how our emotions rise, how our chemistry flows, and how safety feels. Without forgiveness, those patterns loop endlessly, repeating what’s familiar even if it harms us, in an endless cycle.
But when the heart is cleansed, the whole person changes. Clarity returns. Trust becomes possible again. And that healing doesn’t stop with you it ripples into your relationships, your family, and the generations after you.
This is a peronal revelation of life that has helped me in so many ways including in this area. No one you’ve met including yourself is a finished work. Some of the harm you’ve felt came from people still in their forming stage, still unaware of how their actions affect others. And the same may be true of harm you’ve caused. Who we are is our soul, which is not yet formed but in its embryo stage, contained within the womb space we call life.
If we could see one another as works still being shaped, we might stop holding yesterday’s mistakes against each other. We might remember that mercy isn’t for those who’ve “earned” it it’s for those still becoming whole.
Forgiveness doesn’t erase what happened, but it breaks the chain that keeps the past alive in the present. It calls back your energy from old wounds and restores it to where you stand now.
Inside, something shifts. The mind begins to form new pathways for trust. The body lowers its guard. The heart opens to connection without the reflex of self-protection. Love becomes possible again not the rushed, fragile kind, but the kind that grows deep roots.
Breaking unhealthy soul ties isn’t just about ending a bond it’s about restoring the sacred meaning of connection. When you heal what’s within, you stop repeating what once broke you. Forgiveness becomes steady ground beneath your feet, and from there, everything healthy can grow.
In the stillness of the last hour, He comes. One is taken. Peace rains down. A poetic vision of the moment heaven meets earth where hearts sing, streets shine, and the King reigns for a thousand years.
The moon is quiet
Peace is still
He comes
Last hour
One is taken
His will
………………………………….
Blessings, rewards
It’s raining
Hosanna to the king
Hearts sing, golden streets
A thousand years
A prophetic poem echoing the Spirit of God’s return, this piece speaks of justice through forgiveness, truth in love, and the reigning power of Yeshua. It proclaims freedom from fear and deception as the King of Kings prepares His reign with ten thousands of His holy ones.
The God of love and peace
Joy and endless mercies
Calls your name
Jesus
He is justice by forgiveness
Thanksgiving and praise
Knowledge & wisdom
Prayer and patience
Lay the axe to the root
Cut your anchor to the earth
Let her land be desolate
The gatherings of hypocrites
Will be rebuilt
on the humility of the Prince of peace
On equality, love, faith and selflessness
On love through freedom
On truth
On singleness of mind and heart
The price has been paid
Jesus
What did he have the power in
To take and raise up again
The king of kings is coming to reign
The highest priest has risen from the grave
The true God that gives life
The first and the last
Understanding and clarity
Salvation
Comes with ten thousands of his holy ones
To subdue what destroys
To bind in chains deception and pain
To lock away fear and anxiety
a thousand years the dragon will not be found
The time is at hand
Consequences from rules and boundaries
Introduce fear and pain, it makes castaways
Rejection is a devil from Satan
Put that spirit of darkness out if your houses
The spirit that never changed
The I AM
He comes with a new name
&
With new Jerusalem
Emanuel
God is with us
Through shattered pieces and quiet pain, a voice calls our name. This poem is a sacred song for the broken hearted those being remade by the Composer of all things. In the silence, in the fragments, God writes a symphony.
Through my shattered mess
I thought I was alone
In my solace, I hear you call my name
I come to you
The wonderful composer of my life
The master pieces,
You,
Make,
Out of broken pieces
You’ve made me yours
My heart sings praises of your name.
Forever,
Until your kingdom come
Time is an illusion, the only moment is now. Let go of anything that takes your heart away from Love. Purify your ways, forgive without hesitation, and walk in one mind with Christ. Serve others with mercy, reject the world’s corruption, and keep your heart clean for the day of His visitation. Be holy, faithful, and ready. He is coming quickly.
Time is an illusion. The time is now. Bind up the heaviness, let go of what takes your heart away from Love. Life is only in the NOW. Turn from all wickedness and even the appearance of evil. Purify all your members. There is a kindling fire and from the smoke of that fire come the Angels to answer your prayers, whether it be good or evil. So sweep clean the chambers of your heart because what you hold onto will be made manifest upon your day of visitation. Be Faithful unto the end. Be Perfect as your Father in Heaven is Perfect. Put on your Whole Armor, purge every false way, stay on the straight and narrow path. Do not chase after reward, but instead BE the reward to give to sit down together in thanksgiving, adoring each other as above yourself to serve for the other. Love is within, so that when you join with another, the two are no longer separate but one.
Forgive always without hesitation, be CAREful of what you say. Do everything in pure love. If when you come TWOgether and there is not single like mindedness, if you are divided on the matters of love, if you do not care for the same, admit to those things which are to you a stumbling block. How can TWO walk together if one foot causes you to fall? Make the way clean and clear. Let your light shine upon your path. Keep the EyE of the body on things in the heavens so that you do not care for this world, which will pass away. Do not love what comes from the earth, treasure only what is in heaven. Do not play with the day or let anything be undone until tomorrow. Tomorrow is not a promise to those who wait. Take care of the little things, do not offend even the smallest act of love and care. Do not be of the world or walk with the world, which you will see to fade away. Pace yourselves with only as much as you can carry and help lift each other’s burdens from one another. Have OnE heart for one love which is God. Otherwise, if you love things below the earth, you will be kept from heaven, and you will have no place to go or to be accepted in, and you will wander around without rest. Be Holy as your father is holy. If you see someone in need of anything that you have, give it to them as they ask.
Owe no man any money, leave all contracts which tie you from love. If you must, depart for a season so that when you TWO come together, you may be of the same mind, caring for what is acceptable to God. Keep your kitchen table clean and read. Clutter where you bake and cook will make the whole family sick and be spread abroad. Love your enemies, be kind, always give Mercy. Listen carefully to all things, give attention to how things are used and not what I used. Purity and rottenness comes from within and shines as eternal joy or everlasting condemnation. If you wish to be perfect, give up and let go of the world and run to be filled with the Holy Spirit. The Devil is resisted with honesty and humility, with much suffering and endurance, and one Forever and carefully considered leap in faith. Do not make a show of charity, but give and do not ask to be repaid. Love your brothers and sisters, care for each other. Cry and pray together, cover each other with tenderness, be ready always to give words of care, to enlighten, to satisfy, to instruct and correct as if to yourself. Keep protected and never separate what love joins together. If an unbeliever of a wife or a husband wishes to stay and is happy, let them freely stay and if they wish to separate they are free, love is not a forceful act, so DO all things out of the heart with no weight of obligation, accept as much as is given and if any is taken away then let it be.
Give your cares to God, and he will give you the desires of your own heart. But be of one mind, without holding onto one and hating another. A divided House will collapse, and the secrets within the hidden chambers of the heart will be known and exposed, and the moths and the dust will leave you naked and afraid and seeking to sleep, but it will quickly leave, and you’ll be eating but never full, drinking and never quenched. Serve and love God only, and do not feed the flesh. The body is for the Lord, and the Lord is for the body and not for the self. Be patient with everything, when perfection comes, all things will be made clear. Surrender to the only Living God so that he may lift you up on the last day. Pray without ceasing for one another, embrace each other, be holy. Children, love your parents and honor them, wives be careful while watching out for the little ones while your husbands are in the field. What comes from the earth belongs to the earth and will not be taken to God. Hold on tightly to what you have of God and completely purge which is without. He is coming quickly. What will become of you if he comes upon you while you are in the world lusting after the kingdoms of the world, taking no pleasure in destruction or corruption, we are not vessels of wrath, we are love. Let no offense come out of the mouth or your deeds, and purge all offense from the heart. I love you.
In a dream of light, I stood before two angels as they opened the Book and told me to write my new name. But the name was already there etched in gold and glowing with the stars. I learned the hard way: God’s messengers are sent for our good. We must listen.
I was up in heaven, everything was white and light and made out of light. I was standing in front of a stage with two angels staring at me, and standing behind a podium, they were talking to each other and talking to me.
They said what took you so long, you had only this one thing holding you up? They said it as if it should have been so easy. They said for so long, only this one thing kept you from here.
I responded while shrugging my shoulders,” No one taught me.” At that time, they opened the book and said, Here, write in it your new name, and the name that you will be baptized in.
They spun the podium around to face me, and there was a white tablet there with a name already written. The name was engraved in gold and light, and it shimmered like it held the stars of the sky inside of it within the letters. It was two names hyphenated like Hebrew, written in an ancient language.
Dream from 10-07-2017
Personal Reflections of the Dream:
I had to learn on my own, I was stubborn. I didn’t listen to the teachers that he kept sending me. I still sought God. However, I refused to listen. He sent the plagues to me to teach me because it is the only way I would listen. Maybe it’s the only way I was wired to listen, but either way. The people need to listen to those whom God has appointed over them, including pastors, church members, and ministering angels. They have been given the word to make straight the way of the Lord. This allows us to follow. We can listen and learn from them through their preaching.
