Image: SEATED YOUNG MAN WITH LONG HAIR, HIS HANDS FOLDED This little-known drawing was apparently done from life. The similarity with the painted sketches of Jesus’ face is striking, and corroborates the idea of a Christ painted “from life,” from a living model. Rembrandt (Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn), Circa 1648 Black crayon on paper – H. 13.5 cm; W. 9.6 cm.
Jesus in my dream last night, August 7, 2021
I was toward the back of a group of people in a dark, rainy woods. We were wearing BOBs (bugout bags) and following Jesus, who led us through the darkness with his own illumination: HE was the light we saw by.
He showed us the path, what was dangerous on either side, what to avoid stumbling over, and what to look for to eat. Dressed in natural-colored clothing defying categorization, He was very factual and economical as he showed us what we needed to survive with only what we were carrying and what we could find on the way through the darkness. As he was speaking, those in the front of the group would relay what he said to those behind, to be sure that they heard what they needed to know.
Then the group went on in their own ways, each on their individual journey of survival, and Jesus was next to me on my left side. He indicated that we should sit on two rocks at the side of the path, and he sat on the taller one. He looked exactly like the likeness we were given in the Shroud of Turin, even just a few feet from me, and I felt like I was with my father: not my biological, abusive father, but GOD. I felt as if I was HOME.
He sat with his hands folded together on his knees, just quiet, looking forward into the darkness with the calmest confidence. I felt like he was giving me the space to speak, and said “I remember when I first met you. I was four, maybe five years old in choir, and from the choir loft looked across the church and saw you”… and then I heard myself talking as I began to leave the dimension of the dream, and was speaking with my voice and mouth aloud when my eyes opened and I saw the ceiling of the room and felt the presence of my body on the bed, and my audible sentence became a thought then a knowing as if a diaphanous sock liquidly reversed it’s shape and state into an echo of an albumen tube that ‘said’ “But you know this already [the fact that I remembered when I ‘met’ the Messiah] because You were There”, and as I returned to the daylit room and the beginning of the day in wondering amazement at how childlike I felt and how His Love drew this from me in perfect peace as the geoengineered weather is hiding the Wormwood system overhead as demons run amok and we look forward to the plasma arc from the east to the west that will roll the sky back as a scroll, melt the earth elements, and separate the wheat from the tares in a world of people that walk in darkness in the shadow of death who have seen a great light.
“Behold, I come quickly, hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown.” – Revelation 3:11
© Pastor Laura Rohrer Little Brooks, August 7, 2021
Originally published at https://eatingtoascend.com/2021/08/07/jesus-in-my-dream-last-night-august-7-2021/