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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.

InsanityBytes

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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   7 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   5 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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American Civil War Veterans

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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A Bombing Mission   18 comments

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Last night I had a dream.  In the dream, I was somewhere in northern Arizona in the mountains.  Someone in a vehicle picked me up and we drove to this place where we boarded this bomber—it looked like the B1B Bomber.  It was very fast and powerful.

It seemed like we flew all over these mountains.  Then I saw the bombardier pull back this lever and the bomb load was released over our target.  I was with the bombardier in the front of the bomber.  I was amazed at how I could see everything below us—it was a beautiful, mountainous area.

Then the bomber landed (I don’t remember landing) and I was in this vehicle and we ended up someplace.

The next scene:  I was with this family that I knew back in Ellensburg, Washington.  He was a pastor of a church and they had six children.  I used to spend a lot of time with them back in 1986-87.  We used to go to a small Pentecostal church on the east side of Ellensburg—Bethel Gospel Church.

The pastor and his family weren’t that happy to see me.  They acted polite, but I think they wondered why I was there.  We didn’t shake hands or hug each other.  We made small talk—there was no Christian fellowship whatsoever.

Finally, the wife walked up to me and said, “You were not invited.”

I replied, “That’s true.”

And the dream ended.

I believe this dream means that in my work of intercession, I am taking out Satanic strongholds—strategic strongholds (the bombing mission, the B1B Bomber; the mountainous terrain represents strategic, Satanic strongholds).  When the Lord glorifies my body, the Lord is bombing the hell out of a stronghold:  a Muslim stronghold, a stronghold that hates Judaeo-Christianity (Israel and the United States), a lukewarm Christian stronghold, etc.

The pastor and his family represent a lukewarm Christian stronghold.  I was not welcome in their house.  Too many Christians play church and have lots of head knowledge, but they reject Christ with their lives.

I have said this for years:  if someone ever tries to kill me, it won’t be a radical Muslim, it will be a lukewarm, evangelical Christian.  I see all of these evangelical Christian churches in the United States and we have the devil (Barack Obama) in the White House.  Christian Pharisees are everywhere in this country and they make me vomit!

Intercession

Wes Barron, Rest in Peace with God   10 comments

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Wes Barron

 

Last night I had a very strange, positive, uplifting dream about Wes Barron.

I first met Wes in Jackson, Wyoming back in 2003.  We became good friends and had some good Christian fellowship.  He was really in tune with the Holy Ghost.  But I became concerned that Wes was spending too much time with worldy, false Christians.  The Lord had me warn Wes about these worldly friends, but Wes continued to spend time with them.  I thought that these people would drag Wes back into the world.

By 2006, the Lord told me to separate myself from Wes.

Around Thanksgiving in 2007, I was hitchhiking in Victor, Idaho and this car pulled over.  It was Wes and his mom.  Wes was in the passenger seat; his head was bandaged up and his arm was in a cast.  He told me that he was racing motorcycles in Utah and crashed.  He was in a coma for two days.  Now he was staying with his mom in Idaho.

That was the thing about Wes:  he absolutely loved speed.  One time he drove me over Teton Pass in his pickup and I asked him why he was in such a hurry (there was snow and ice on the road).  He was a very good downhill skier.  One time he was in a downhill race in Jackson and he was in fifth place when he wiped out and cut his hand real bad; Tommy Moe, the Olympic Gold Medalist, eventually won the race.  Wes also liked to rock climb; he was a risk taker.

I stayed with Wes, his mom and his stepfather for Thanksgiving.  Wes drove me to the main road between Tetonia and Sugar City, Idaho and then I headed to Montana.  That was the last time I saw Wes.

In 2009, I was contacted by some friends in Jackson.  They told me that Wes died while rock climbing near Jackson.  He was 26 years old.  I hitchhiked from Montana to Jackson and stayed with some friends for several days.  They went to the funeral and they said that the church was packed.  (My apologies to Wes Barron’s family—I just was not able to go to the funeral.)  Wes was very well-known in the Jackson area.

The dream.  In the dream, I was talking with Wes and some other guys.  We were going to go on a camping trip.  I couldn’t believe I was talking with Wes.  I thought he had died.  He told me that after he died, he was raised to life again.  It was such a pleasant surprise.  The dream was so real and it was so good to talk with Wes again and he was very happy.

I believe this dream is from the Lord.  After Wes died, I wondered if he made it to heaven because the Lord had me warn him about his lukewarm Christian friends.  I believe if someone has experienced justification by faith in Christ that they can lose their salvation.  But if someone has gone through their time of tribulation (purification) and they then experience The Second Coming, that they cannot lose their salvation.

I believe that this dream means that Wes is definitely in heaven.  Thank you, Lord, for revealing this dream to me.

Wes Barron Scholarship Fund
Wes Barron’s Dream
Barron found peace in living on the edge

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Wesley Barron offers a toast during his sister Mary Gieck’s wedding

 

Posted January 2, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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The Forward Pass   1 comment

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This past week, I had a dream where I was throwing a football with Mark Wahlberg, the Hollywood actor.  Twice, Wahlberg threw the football over my head, so I had to run after it and pick the football up off the ground.  Twice, I threw the football back to Wahlberg very accurately–with a nice, tight spiral.  He caught it easily.

If this dream is from the Lord, I believe it means that in the mouth of two or three witnesses let every word be established (twice, I was on target when I threw the football).  This dream could be confirmation about what the Lord has shown me recently.

Obama Will Leave the White House   21 comments

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[16 July 2011]

Last night I had a dream about Barack Obama. He was in the White House in the Oval Office packing up his things. Obama was resigning as President of the United States. Joe Biden was taking his place. Then someone in the dream said that Wayne somebody (I didn’t get his last name) and Tim Shey were right on target.

Just after the dream ended, I felt this evil presence come into my camper (I am staying at my friends’ place in a sheepherder’s camper). It felt like something was trying to choke me around my neck; I began to be paralyzed. Then in my spirit, I said “Blood of Jesus” over and over again and broke free from the paralysis.

I got up, put on my shoes and walked over to my friends’ kitchen and began to write down the dream. I looked at the clock and it was 1:11 AM (16 July).

Obviously, Satan is angry that the Lord gave me this dream. Satan tried to attack me just after the dream. The night of the Las Vegas Earthquake dream (17 December 2006), Satan attacked me before I had the dream.

Benghazi Terrorist Attack

Needing help from Joe Biden

Joe Biden Embarrassingly Delivers his WORST Speech at Pennsylvania RALLY 

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George Fox:  An Autobiography
By Rufus M. Jones

Chapter XII
“Great Events in London”
1658-1659

“But it was a time of great sufferings; for, besides imprisonments, through which many died, our meetings were greatly disturbed. They have thrown rotten eggs and wild-fire into our meetings, and brought in drums beating, and kettles to make noises with, that the Truth might not be heard; and, among these, the priests were as rude as any, as may be seen in the book of the fighting priests, wherein a list is given of some priests that had actually beaten and abused Friends.”

“I wrote to Oliver [Cromwell] several times, and let him know that while he was persecuting God’s people, they whom he accounted his enemies were preparing to come upon him. When some forward spirits that came amongst us would have bought Somerset-House, that we might have meetings in it, I forbade them to do so: for I then foresaw the King’s coming in again. Besides, there came a woman to me in the Strand, who had a prophecy concerning King Charles’s coming in, three years before he came: and she told me she must go to him to declare it. I advised her to wait upon the Lord, and keep it to herself; for if it should be known that she went on such a message, they would look upon it to be treason — but she said she must go, and tell him that he should be brought into England again.

“I saw her prophecy was true, and that a great stroke must come upon them in power; for they that had then got possession were so exceeding high, and such great persecution was acted by them, who called themselves saints, that they would take from Friends their copyhold lands, because they could not swear in their courts.

“Sometimes when we laid these sufferings before Oliver Cromwell, he would not believe it. Therefore Thomas Aldam and Anthony Pearson were moved to go through all the jails in England, and to get copies of Friends’ commitments under the jailer’s hands, that they might lay the weight of their sufferings upon Oliver Cromwell. And when he would not give order for the releasing of them, Thomas Aldam was moved to take his cap from off his head, and to rend it in pieces before him, and to say unto him, ‘So shall thy government be rent from thee and thy house.’

“Another Friend also, a woman, was moved to go to the Parliament (that was envious against Friends) with a pitcher in her hand, which she broke into pieces before them, and told them that so should they be broken to pieces: which came to pass shortly after.”

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I know history is supposed to be linear, but sometimes I think history goes in circles.

To Barack Obama: “So shall thy government be rent from thee and thy house.”

“What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” (Ecclesiastes 1:9 NIV)

Impeach President Barack Obama
The Next President of the United States
George Fox–An Autobiography
Gorges Smythe’s Dream
A Nation in Sin
Bishop Calls on All Christians to Leave Democratic Party
The Downfall of Barack Obama
King Ahab, King Jehoiakim and Barack Obama
Obama is Fallen, is Fallen!
Confusion and Every Evil Work
A Dream:  Obama’s Fall to Infamy

Pictures of the Matchstick Man
Las Vegas Review-Journal Excoriates Obama as “Unworthy”
The White House is Exhausted
Obama Resigns as President of the United States
Bowe Bergdahl Release
WaPo Headline, Late Final
A Dream about Nancy Pelosi
Execution of SEAL Team 6

TREACHERY:  John McCain & Ruth Bader Ginsburg

A Demonic Dream   Leave a comment

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Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
28 August 2006

Last night I had a demonic dream. There was this man and he was very wicked; he did something to my hands so that I was unable to use them. My left hand was upside down: the palm of my hand was on top—my thumb was the first digit on my left. My right hand was also useless: my index finger and middle finger were fused together. There was much pain in both of my hands.

I believe I know what this dream means. Satan hates the fact that I am writing and typing up my Dreams from the Lord and Journal [now called Dreams from the Lord]. I burn my Dreams on CDs and then give it to people I meet on the road. I know that Dreams offends some people—especially certain church people. I expose some of Satan’s strategies in Dreams. What better way to defeat Satan than to expose and then to possess his strategies. Satan has no chance against the power of the Holy Ghost. Satan has no chance against those who obey the Lord.

Genesis 24: 60: “And they blessed Rebekah, and said unto her, Thou art our sister, be thou the mother of thousands of millions, and let thy seed possess the gate of those which hate them.”

Judges 16: 3: “And Samson lay till midnight, and arose at midnight, and took the doors of the gate of the city, and the two posts, and went away with them, bar and all, and put them upon his shoulders, and carried them up to the top of an hill that is before Hebron.”

Posted December 6, 2012 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Killing Bad Guys   1 comment

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Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
21 August 2006
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Last night I had two dreams. In the first dream I was in this house and there was this midget who looked like Saddam Hussein or Yasser Arafat. He had black hair and a mustache. I took my sidearm, shot and killed him and then I literally kicked him out of the house with my right foot.
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In the second dream I was either on an ocean beach or in the ocean with several people. There was this man with us who was wearing combat fatigues: he was training us to be Navy SEALS.
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At a Cafe in Merriman, Nebraska
A Conversation with a World War II U.S. Navy Frogman
Hand on the Helm
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