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Healing and the Breaking of Generational Curses   5 comments

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Dreams from the LORD 2011-2015
27 December 2015

Early this morning I had a dream where I was going on some trip.  I was with two guys and we were riding in this pickup.  We stopped at this cafe and I met this man with a grotesque, deformed head.  He approached me and I put my hand on his head and prayed in tongues for less than a minute.  All of a sudden, his head was normal—he had been healed.

Then his mother walked up to me and she also had a grotesque, deformed head.  I laid my hand on her head and I prayed in tongues for a short while.  Her head was also healed of its deformity.

I believe this dream is about healing and the breaking of generational curses.  A key thing in this dream is that both the son and the mother approached me expecting to be healed; they had faith to be healed.

Obedience:  The Bondage Breaker

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Posted December 28, 2015 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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A High Mountain Valley   2 comments

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Dreams from the LORD 2011-2014
21 December 2014

Last night I had a very interesting dream.  I was in a passenger plane with some other people.  We were flying somewhere and then we landed in Colorado; it was a town in the mountains.  The plane then took off and we climbed almost vertically close to this mountain.  The mountain seemed to be very high in elevation—it took a while for the plane to reach the top of the mountain.  When the plane flew to the top of the mountain, the plane leveled out and we flew over this high mountain valley.  It was absolutely beautiful:  the colors were vivid and intense.  I rarely dream dreams in color, but in this dream, the colors were incredible—I thought I was in heaven—it is hard to describe.  We were flying over that valley and then the dream ended.

Posted December 22, 2014 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Running a Marathon   Leave a comment

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Dreams from the LORD 2011-2014
25 September 2014

Last night I had a dream where I was running in a race in this city.  It looked like a marathon.  I was running with these other runners; it looked like a city in England.

Then my dad showed up while I was running.  I slowed down for a few moments and he said that he had had a dream about me.  Then I continued to run in the marathon through the city.

This dream reminds me of this scripture:

Hebrews 12: 1:  “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.”

Another Dream with General George S. Patton

Posted September 25, 2014 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Prophecies, laughter, and the End of the World   2 comments

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This is from the blog See, there is this thing called biology . . .:

I write a lot about how perception is not reality, because God has pulled the rug out from under me on more than one occasion. Always gently, often humorously. I’m not sure if God has a sense of humor or if He even needs one, but there is no doubt in my mind that he uses the power of laughter to teach us things and to heal us. In fact, that is often how I recognize His presence, He makes me laugh, a bit like a delighted child witnessing a slight of hand. It’s awkward at funerals.

When we are told to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, I suspect it’s our laughter that he finds most pleasing, not the kind that that is full of ridicule and mockery, but the innocent kind that just catches you unaware. Like His presence sometimes does.

Last year I had a prophetic experience that was somewhat humorous. I was having dreams about the return of Christ, beautiful dreams, so real, but oddly, a bit medieval. There was no rapture, no lake of fire, no destruction or any sort, no plagues, no four horseman, no blood moons, none of that, just the most pleasant and delightful return of a King, like a wedding or a family reunion. There was much feasting, horses, laughter, and gifts.

God is aware of the fact that I love literal translations of music videos. That’s where you remove all the metaphors and take the lyrics literally, often running video in the background that reflects the literal translation. They can be quite funny. “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” is a famous literal translation of a music video.

Anyway, God took me through this literal translation of the Book of Revelations. It got very surreal and I only share a few highlights. I literally whacked my head on metal man, this creature made out of tin cans hanging on a porch. I went inside and stepped on a 7 headed plastic beast which impaled my foot. (If you’ve ever stepped on a plastic toy, there’s this new and improved pain scale doctors now use to measure pain, it goes from zero…to stepping on a lego.)

So, with a lump on my head and bleeding profusely from my foot, I went home to take a nap. A few hours later, my second daughter called from Philadelphia. She had literally left work and flown across the country to go to a BBQ. As soon as I hung up the phone I got another call, from a church in Philadelphia, with a sales pitch that began, ” I have a bone to pick with you…”

At this point I’m starting to recognize the story, metal man, a seven headed beast, and the church in Philadelphia, but I didn’t think much of it. I was just grateful my daughter wasn’t calling to tell me she had eloped. So I got up and went to the store for some milk and sure enough, while walking into the store, our resident schizophrenic guy screamed at me, “hello! it’s the end of the world!” So I screamed back, “I know, isn’t it awesome?” So he smiled and tipped his hat at me.

Inside the store, walking through the wine aisle, a shoe box slid off the shelf and fell on my head. This is the second time I’ve been whacked on the head that day. I kid you not it was full of small plastic angels, 7 of them, each with a little gold trumpet.

That night I went to bed and something shook me awake, saying, “I come like a thief in the night.” I took that literally, not prophetically, since I was hearing noises in the backyard. So, a bit irrationally, I didn’t wake my husband up, I prayed. I asked, “what do you want me to do, Lord?” He said, “call out the window that you are alone and unarmed.” We had a bit of a discussion about the wisdom of doing that, but God just waited patiently for me to obey like He always does. So, I called out the window, “I’m alone and unarmed, are you okay?”  “You,” fortunately turned out to be a girl, a very lost and confused girl, who collapsed on my pile of weeds and started to cry. She wasn’t high on a King, that’s for sure. God said, “preach,” so preach I did, out the bedroom window, everything I could think of, about how precious and worthy we are too Him, about how much love He has for us, about how it much it grieves Him when we don’t realize it. I preached about how there is nothing so big and so bad, that He won’t forgive and cover with His mercy and grace. So the girl calmed down, said she felt better, said thank you, and left.

About this time my husband wakes up and asks, “what are you doing?”
“Preaching out the bedroom window,” I told him.
To give you some idea of how graciously my husband has adapted to having a crazy wife, he said, “Oh, well alright then,” rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning, stuck in the pile of weeds I call a lawn, was a little wooden cross made out of two sticks tied together with a piece of yarn. I’m not sure if God left it for me or if the girl did, but it was the sweetest gift and it made me laugh.

I suspect that what God really wants us all to know more than anything else in the world, is how much we are loved.

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“One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man’s laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Upon This Rock I Will Build My Church   6 comments

Upon this rock I will build my Church

Dreams from the LORD 2011-2014
13 July 2014

Last night I had a dream where I was standing near these two women who were sitting at a table.  They were talking about this Scripture:   “And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it (Matthew 16: 18).”  The two women were saying that Matthew 16:18 meant that Peter was the first Pope of the Roman Catholic Church.

I then said, “No, that scripture means that the church is built on the rock of revelation knowledge.”

The two women smiled at me and were happy that I told them this truth.

Matthew 16: 13-19:  “When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?   And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets.   He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?   And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.   And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.   And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.   And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

The key scripture in the above passage is:  “Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jona:  for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.”

On the rock of revelation knowledge the Lord will build His church and the gates (strategies) of hell shall not prevail against it.

Faith, Revelation, Obedience
The Gates of Hell
The Last Supper
Revelation Knowledge
Revelation, Love and Intimacy

Posted July 14, 2014 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Beware of Theological Aesthetes   4 comments

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Dreams from the LORD 2011-2014
17 February 2014

Last night I had a dream where I was living in this house with three other people:  two women and one man.  The man was Wayne Teasdale.  Wayne started to act very strange; he began walking around the house with a handgun.  I believe I heard a gunshot and one of the women walked into the room where I was at and she had a bullet wound in her left shoulder.  Then I saw Wayne again walking around the house with his handgun.

I then walked to his bedroom and saw Wayne kneeling on the floor with his gun pressed against his chin—it looked like he was going to commit suicide.  I walked away and out of the house.  I walked to this library where these children were playing; it looked like the library was closed.  I then walked around the neighborhood and back to the library.  The library was now open, so I went inside.

The last scene of the dream:  I was in the library and the lady that had been shot by Wayne was crying; I noticed that she no longer had the bullet wound in her shoulder.  She told me that Wayne had shot himself.

My interpretation of the dream:

I knew a guy named Wayne Teasdale back in 1983-84; we both lived in this community near New Boston, New Hampshire.  It was a so-called Christian community run by an ex-Cistercian monk, Fr. Paul Fitzgerald.  It was called Hundred Acres Monastery; I thought it was kind of a zoo.  Wayne and his uncle, John Cosgrove, had lived there for a few years before I moved in.  While I was there, I worked for The Horse and Bird Press of Los Angeles.  I ended up living at Hundred Acres for around ten months.

Wayne was working on his doctoral dissertation in theology from Fordham University while I was living at Hundred Acres.  I would describe Wayne as someone who had deep emotional scars from childhood (I believe he spent some time in foster homes); he compensated for these scars by getting multiple college degrees to strengthen his self-esteem.  Wayne was definitely a theological aesthete.  I had read someplace that Wayne passed away several years ago.

In the dream, the main event was when Wayne started acting strange and then killed himself.  If someone asked me if Wayne was a Christian, I would probably say no.  He had lots of head knowledge—but head knowledge without Christ will kill you spiritually.  Talking with him usually was not edifying.  I believe his uncle John may have been a Christian.  Basically, Wayne killed his spiritual life because he studied too much theology and rejected Christ.  He also tried to kill the woman in the dream with his dead theology, but she survived.

I was reading this National Geographic article on Russia years ago and the writer was talking about Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Leo Tolstoy.  The writer described Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy as the last two great prophets of a dying Russian Empire.  The writer quoted Tolstoy as saying that theology is the Satanism of religion.  Satan has lots of head knowledge about the Bible and the Gospel, but he has absolutely no relationship with our heavenly Father whatsoever (reminds me of certain “Christians” that I have met over the years).

So this dream is definitely a warning against theological aesthetes, but I am a bit curious as to why I had the dream now.

A side note:  Wayne Teasdale was related to the poet Sara Teasdale.

Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky
An Open Letter to John MacArthur from A.W. Tozer
The Death of Voltaire

A Civil War Reunion   3 comments

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Last night I had a dream where I was at this American Civil War reunion.  There were around 20 elderly men there.  We all had white hair and wore old, tattered uniforms.  One of the battles that we had fought in was the Battle of Chickimauga.

During the reunion, I fell to my knees and began weeping.  I said something, but I don’t remember what I said.  Maybe I was crying out to God.  I remember I had white hair, I was somewhat frail and I was wearing an old Union uniform and cap.

There was more to the dream, but it is gone from me now.

If this dream is from the Lord, I believe it means that the United States has been in a state of spiritual/cultural war for many years.  This war probably began when they took prayer and the Bible out of public schools back in 1963.

Now public school children are brainwashed to believe in the religion of evolution/enviro-paganism, the religion of homosexuality and every other religion except Christianity.  Joseph Goebbels and Josef Stalin would be mighty proud of America’s public school/brainwash/misinformation system.

The fact that I was an old man in the dream means that I had lived to survive this civil war.  There were only 20 men at the reunion, so not many people survived the war.

Or maybe this means that I feel like an old man.  I don’t know how many times I have said that anytime the Lord wants to kill my body, that’s just fine with me.  52 years on this planet with all of the lukewarm, evangelical Christians in this country is a very, very, long, long time.  I said the same thing when I was 25 years old.

Which reminds me:  back when I was 22 years old, this psychologist told me that I was suffering from a depression like that of a 40-year-old (mid-life crisis?).  Later that summer, I asked Christ into my life.

Posted February 21, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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