A Vision of Hate

7:00 AM

I was awakened from a sound sleep.

The whole house was shaking. The windows were rattling. There was a huge thump-thudding sound like a giant stamping his feet. Then I heard a sound like screeching tires . The sound stopped but the neighbor’s dog began barking.

At first, momentarily I thought it was an earthquake, but not with a sound like that I thought.

Then I thought my mom had fallen.

Quickly I peered in at her and she was sleeping soundly.

So what the heck was that sound?

I opened the front door to look — and listen — outside.

But now all I heard was the neighbor’s dog barking.

I was expecting sirens, more thuds, something, but not silence, except for a barking dog.

I went back to bed but couldn’t fall asleep, I couldn’t get that noise out of my head.

If I lived next to an interstate, I thought, that could have been the sounds of a massive pileup, complete with the screeching brakes. But the nearest interstate or highway of any kind is over 10 miles away. That couldn’t be it.

Just as I was beginning to fall asleep, finally, suddenly there was another sound.

This was similar to the first, but not a deep thud-thudding. This was continuous, more like a deep whooshing noise. It lasted just 15 seconds or so then quiet, again.

I jumped up to check the time. 7:49

As I returned to bed I was thinking that maybe these were the sounds of the Biblical Rapture, and since I was still here, I had missed it.

A thought went through my head that I needed to get closer to God, to really accept, embody and “inhale” the Spirit of the Fear of the Lord. With that thought, I fell asleep and dreamed a dream.

I was a spirit orb, in a great gray blankness. It was like thick, dense fog, but warm.

Then off to my right I saw the “fog” thin.

I saw a large closed purple curtain.

The curtain then began to pull back and open as if an invisible hand were pulling the curtain open.

I approached the curtain and saw a room beyond it.

It was a dark space full of shadows and darkness.

I heard voices and sounds like machinery running.

I entered the room.

The room was lit only by the crackling flames of a fireplace to the left.

There was a man squatting in from of the fireplace. An iron gate supported several fireplace-sized logs blazing with fire.

Directly ahead of me I saw three or four machines.

These were odd looking, old-looking machines with a big gear in front, crusted with dirt and oil and rust. On the left side of each machine a stovepipe went up into the ceiling.

Behind each machine stood a man wearing a leather apron. Each man operated the machine before him.

I thought of the word “machinations.”

I moved further into the room.

To the left and farther back in the room was a high table.

It looked somewhat like a desk but only higher and like a table with legs instead of drawers.

The table appeared to be used often and was built of rich, dense wood, perhaps cedar, or redwood or walnut.

Three people stood on either side of the table. Three men stood on the right side.

On the left side were two men and a woman.

They appeared to be discussing something.

They were speaking of treachery, treason, corruption, crime and devising evil plots and devious plans. I understand they were also talking of destruction and murder and assassinations and things so horrible that a normal human mind couldn’t even imagine what these people talked about — and did.

I looked over at the man squatting before the fireplace.

In the tongues of flame I saw faces.

These were the faces of men and women who had trusted the men and women at the table and who had trusted the machines in the room.

They had trusted these people, they had trusted their plans and they allowed themselves to be caught up in their machinations. They did not realize it was all a delusion with one purpose in mind.

I wondered how all these machines and plans and plots could be organized to produce a consistent product, for that was what they were doing. It was so complex and so vast that no human mind could comprehend its design or how all the machines and plots and plans worked together.

The word “manipulation” appeared before me.

The spirit orb which I was traveled further into the room.

I stopped a few inches before a wall of darkness, it was black and I could sense a feeling of anger emanating from the wall.

Beyond this wall of dark anger I could sense a few inches of nothingness, just vacuum.

Then beyond that was deep, deep dark.

It was hate.

But this was no ordinary hatred.

It was an extraordinary hatred.

It was a palpable, tangible hatred.

This hatred was powerful, cunning and consuming.

It had created and organized all the machines and people and operations in the world-room beyond to attain its goal.

It hated. It hated everything made by God.

It sought to destroy everything, all things, every facet of creation that God had made.

This is it’s motive, it is satan’s motive; to roam earth seeking whom he can devour to destroy everything made by God.

I began to move again, back into the room.

As I moved in reverse through the room, this time I noticed there were many tables. And at each table men and women were discussing things, arguing things, devising plans of death and plots of evil.

I then came to some men I hadn’t seen before.

They looked like blacksmiths.

They were looking down at plans and building machines according to the plans they had received.

Understanding struck me.

The men and women at the tables were devising plans which they gave to the “blacksmiths” who built the machines that other men nearer the entrance were operating.

I moved further out and saw wall to wall machines.

Now the room seemed huge and it was filled with machines and I understood that all these machines were coordinated spewing out a product which all of humanity consumed.

Each machine crafted a specific part of the grand plan.

This was no conspiracy.

It was all the act of one mind.

But not a human mind.

No human mind could fathom or even create a plan so complex and vast.

No human mind did.

It was the mind of the evil in the darkness.

It was the hate and anger at the back of the room that did this.

I traveled out of the room back into the gray blankness, that warm, thick “fog.”

The invisible hand seemed to close the purple curtain.

But this time, the curtain didn’t close all the way.

It remained open by about a foot.

And I heard: “That which is affirmed in heaven must be affirmed on Earth. And that which is affirmed on Earth must be affirmed in heaven.”

I turned to look as I had looked when I originally arrived at this place.

A few moments passed.

Then there was a swirling in the “fog” ahead of me.

I saw a shape take form.

It was a woman.

She said: “It’s my body, it’s my choice.”

I heard another voice, a male voice say: “You are Eve. Eve chose to put herself above God. You choose to place yourself above God.”

I then saw several fetuses and I realized that this wasn’t just a group of cells, nor was it even just a living human being. These were gifts directly from God.

Each human being has the gift of life breathed in to them from God.

And each human being is a gift from God, from the moment of conception until God — and God alone-calls them home.

I realized that every human being is infinite potential.

I further realized that every act or deed or word we speak has consequences far beyond that which we are aware.

I understood that every action and word and deed produces outcomes and ripples and shockwaves that no human mind can foresee nor comprehend in the spiritual worlds and physical worlds.

Each word or event on earth is connected to another action in some other place or some other reality.

Some of these consequences were beneficial but the majority seemed to yield negative results.

Of these, the worst seemed to be to destroy the gift of God.

Next I came to realize that it is the mind of God that has created, ordered and organized all the many worlds of creation.

And all of creation is part of a whole, we are all one body, one spirit.

And if any one part of the body is hurt or injured, the whole body is affected, the whole body feels it.

No human mind can comprehend how all these pieces fit together or how the words or deeds in one place can affect the events in another place. Only the mind of God knows this. Only the mind of God can do this.

Next I was sitting in the front row on the left side of a crowded courtroom.

The same woman I had seen earlier was standing before the judge sitting behind his bench.

She said; “My body, my choice,” and then turned to sit at a wooden table before us.

I looked across the courtroom to the other side.

Jesus was in the front “pew” or bench sitting next to the aisle.

He was dressed in pure white robes with dark gold trim and dark gold tassels.

Next to him on his right were two older men dressed similarly to Jesus. They appeared to be elders.

In front of Jesus was a wooden table at which was seated a man dressed in a starkly contrasting jet-black suit with a pure white, whiter than snow shirt.

The suit appeared expensive and was finely tailored. There wasn’t a single wrinkle nor was there any button out of place.

I thought it was odd that he was wearing black but then I was made aware that the black suit and white shirt were representations of the scriptures and of black ink on white paper and the perfect Truth of The Word.

This young man stood up and took a few steps toward the judge.

He waved his left arm in the direction of the woman seated at the wooden table before me and glancing at her he said: “This woman’s body has been bought at a price.” He glanced back at Jesus and then said to the judge, “the price was the blood of Jesus.”

The man turned and sat down in the right chair of the table.

Next to him in the left chair at the table was something I had not seen earlier. It appeared to be a ghost.

This apparition-like figure varied in color from yellow to white and then back to yellow and white again and kept repeating.

As I looked at this figure, sometimes it seemed to be a woman, sometimes a man. Sometimes it was a series of men which then changed color and became a woman.

I wasn’t sure but I speculated that these were those who had upheld and defended The Word since time began.

I then heard “Father of Lies” and I was before the purple curtain again.

The purple curtain seemed to be made of velvet and I noticed that the curtain was opened a bit further, perhaps two feet now.

From within the room, and what seemed to be at a distance I could hear indistinct voices, shouts and sounds of machinery.

From the room I heard, “As above, so below,” in what seemed to be part of a magical or satanic ritual.

Next I knew why Jesus had been sent to Earth.

Jesus didn’t come to convert us but to restore us.

I knew then that we are all a part of God, believers and non-believers alike; that the act of being born on Earth is a manifestation of God on Earth.

The act of conception separates our spark of life from the eternity that is God and causes us to forget our divine essence. We are all His creation, every aspect of creation is God and Jesus was sent to reconnect us to God, to bring us home to Him, to remind us of who we truly are and why we are here: To serve God.

Our primary service is to love God with all our heart, with all our soul, with all our spirit and with all our being.

From this then flows unconditional love for others and unconditional love and total acceptance of ourselves.

It is only by loving ourselves fully that we can love others fully which leads to reaching our full potential.

It is by learning to love others fully and without conditions that we can accept them completely and help them to reach their full potential.

It is only by loving ourselves fully that we can love others fully and only by loving others fully can we love ourselves fully.

This is how we serve God.

And that is why the darkness in the room behind the purple curtain is so angry and it is that which he hates with a fierce hatred.

This is hatred. He seeks to destroy.