I saw a huge winged creature hovering in the sky. The sky itself was bright and clear, there were no clouds. The
scene was somewhat tranquil. The bird-looking creature was brilliant in it’s appearance. It had a “neon”
glow to it. The best way I could describe this creature is that it looked very similar to the mythical Griffin. It was huge,
white with a green and gold glowing outline. It was so magnificent it was almost worshipful. Either someone was seated on
the creature or it was part of his being. He had a bow in his hand. This was a magnificent creature. It was majestic in his
appearance.
I’m
a pretty basic guy and before I proceed with this “vision within a dream” I feel I must qualify
what I am sharing with some personal knowledge about myself. I am a conservative Christian. I dream all the time but not about
spiritual things. I dream about high school, or not being able to find where I parked my car, sports and silly stuff, like
most dreams, that’s all they are, just entertainment as we sleep. I don’t try to figure out if a dream has some
significant meaning. I’m a pretty basic guy. I mean, what qualifies someone to be a “dream interpreter”
anyway?
I
proceed with careful forethought and biblical analysis
in these areas. I guess I’ve seen and heard too many false prophecies and false words. I would say I am spiritually
cautious and I “try the
spirits” to see if they
are of God. I desire Holy Spirit discernment, I despise deception. Often, I say, “God if you are going to speak to me
give me something clear, don’t ask me to “figure it out” or make some kind of spiritual application, make it plain for me.”
This
particular revelation came like a “vision” within a dream. It was like a flash amidst other things I was dreaming about. I could
not tell you what else I dreamed about that night but I could draw you this scene today it was so vivid. It is difficult to
tell how high in the air this creature was...maybe 50 feet. It was somewhat low in relation to where clouds may be.
Beneath this “heavenly
realm”
creature
was a herd of sheep. The sheep were huddled together on the side of a hill, a beautiful green hillside and near a fence. It
was like I was viewing this from across the fence. There seemed to be acres and acres of rolling pasture, almost like a golf
course, but it was pasture. The sheep were all together near the fence. Not a great number of sheep, maybe 25-30.
For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep
of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice, Psalm 95:7
3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is
he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are is people, and the sheep of
his pasture. Psalm 100:3
The sheep had faces of men.
I hope I can describe this so that you get a glimpse of it. I realize as I’m sharing this that it may sound like I think I’m Ezekiel or a prophet of God.
I am neither. I’m just a regular guy. However, in this vision each one of the sheep had the face of a man. Each face
was different, it was like gazing into a crowd of people. The sheep seemed so sad, some of the faces were bleeding and they
had tears in their eyes. They just stood there.
The creature in the sky pointed his bow at them and shot what seemed to be “hooks” into their flesh. The sheep appeared not to know where this was coming
from and they put up no defense. They only looked at each other. They all seemed to be bruised in different ways. They just
stood there and took it. Each of them looked beat up and bruised. They seemed to have no leader among them. There was no shepherd
in the vision. They were vulnerable and ignorant of the assault.
The vision was both incredible and indelible.
