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.
