The Banquet

I had a dream early this morning.  It was one that was intended as a message.  It all started with a banquet, the largest I had ever seen.  It was at a country club, and the table settings were amazing and expensive.  The food had not been served yet.  The table itself stretched out of sight to the far end of what seemed to be and endless room.  There were a lot of empty places at this table, and there were a lot of conversations.  I was facing the windows which lined the wall, and I was three seats from the right end of the table.  I was sitting next to a man with a shaved head, about in his late twenties or early thirties.  He seemed like the biker type.  He wore a gray tank top and jean shorts and sandals.  To his right was a woman who was having a conversation with my wife and her friend, all three, oblivious to me and the man.

I started to have a conversation with this man, and I felt really at ease in his presence.  Suddenly, I realized that it was Jesus.  I don't mean that as it was just a some guy in a dream claiming to be Jesus.  I mean it was Him!  I knew it without a doubt as I have been in His presence before.  (see last blog entry)  I could feel it throughout my being.  I was excited.  We were joking, laughing, and talking, and all I could do was ask Him things.  I wanted to know more about Him.  I could tell that He didn't want me to tell anyone else who He was because He had wanted them to come to Him.  You would figure that I would ask him to cure my ailments or solve my financial problems, but no, I just wanted to get to know Him as my friend.  After all, you can't be friends with someone you don't really know.  It was just an amazing vision.

Well, when I had woken from the dream I felt great, and prayed for interpretation.  This is what the messages in the dream were.  First of all, everyone, and I mean everyone in the world, was invited to this banquet.  This is the same with God.  He invites everyone to be with Him throughout eternity.  He sent His only son, Jesus, to die for our sins so we could do that through Him.  Then there were the empty places at the table.  Not everyone accepts this gift of salvation.  We have free will, and we have to make that choice for ourselves.  God gave free will to everyone because He loves us all that much.  Then there was the fact that I was spending time getting to know Jesus while everyone else were distracted by their own conversations.  We can be like that.  We allow the world in general to take away the time we have to get to know Jesus as our friend.  We are distracted by jobs, worries, illness, disease, other people, friends, family members, vacations, money problems, and the list goes on and on.

I'll leave you with a few questions that you have to decide the answers for yourself.  Have you really accepted the invitation?  Have you found a church home?  Do you know someone who has chosen not to accept the gift of salvation, and what can you do?  Have you invited someone to church or to a church event?  Have you spent time in prayer, no matter how short a time that is?  Have you read the Bible?  Have you done anything like a Bible study or a daily devotional to get to know Jesus better and have Him as your friend, Lord, and Savior?  Have you shown anyone what the love of Jesus really is by example?

How my Blog Got Its Name

You may be wondering how my blog got its name, The Wolf’s Realm.  Why would a man who is a Christian have a blog with such a New Age sound to it?  The name goes back to my childhood.

When I was really young, I was plagued by nightmares.  These were intense nightmares, the kind from which you would wake up screaming.  There were these “monsters” in these dreams that would torment me.  They enjoyed scaring me.  The problem was that they would do this both inside and outside the dreams.  In fact, since then, I’ve figured out that I was experiencing demonic oppression.  Demons, or fallen angels, like their angel counterparts, have the ability to appear in dreams.  They were using them, not to deliver messages like an angel would like in the Bible, but to make me fearful of them.

There was one particular dream that I had when I was about 5 years old.  I had remembered it because it was so different from a nightmare.  It was the opposite.  I had dreamed that I had gone to Heaven.  I felt like I was being guided rapidly towards a bright light, but it wasn’t a tunnel.  It enveloped me, and then I was suddenly calm and peaceful.

A multitude of people and/or angels were singing, welcoming me.  The sound was so intense that I know that my normal human ears would burst.  There was joy.  I had never seen such vibrant and beautiful color.  I saw gates swing open as the people parted, though they didn’t walk.  I myself didn’t feel like I was walking.  There was a huge white columned building in the distance.  It shone like the sun.  Then there was the garden before that, green and filled with flowers of every color imagined.  I remember, for some reason, birds, but I did not see them.  There was a path or road that went down the middle of it from the gate.

Then I came to a halt before I could enter the gates.  A voice filled my head.  It had to be God, and I was so excited.  He said, “It is not your time yet.  Return, Lord of the Wolves.”  The last part was filled with so much love, like the way a parent would say an endearing name that they had for their child.  I had no idea what it meant.

Then I woke up.  It was strange because my mom and dad were in my room looking at me with a concerned look.  I didn’t know why.  Nothing else was said about it as they told me to go back to sleep, and they went back to their room.  It was just a dream, but it seemed to stay with me.  I wanted to go back ever since then.

Years later, when I was about 19, I had mentioned the dream to my mom, and how I had remembered it.  That is when she told me that it was for real.  That night, she said, my breathing and my heart had stopped.  For some reason, and she didn’t know why, she was overcome with a feeling that something was wrong, and she woke up my dad and went into my room.  My mom had some nursing aid training, and when she had realized my heart was not beating, she pounded on my chest, and it restarted, and I woke with a gasp for air.  I asked why she didn’t call for an ambulance, and her reasoning was that when your had no money, and there was nothing wrong at that point, you didn’t do anything to create bills.

Now, those demons still tormented me in my dreams all they way up to age 19.  That was until one dream when I was able to disperse them in the dream with what looked like a huge shock wave.  Ever since then, they referred to me as, “Lord of the Wolves,” or “The Wolf,” which implied the other title.  Jesus had given me the ability to cast out demons, and I’ve faced demons in both the waking world, and in dreams.  Yes, there presence does invoke a lot of fear, but I know I’m not alone and can face them.

One last thing you need to know is about the symbol.  As you can see, it resembles a wolf’s head.  It too, came from a dream.  I saw the symbol, and I knew it represented me.  There are two lines even with each other which are the eyes.  The extra line on the one side is the scar above my eye.  Look closer.  Do you see it?  The symbol of the cross is at its center.  Now you know.