Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 15:14:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: ~Dreamscapes and Prophecies
To: Spencer


Hello My Spencer,

. . . Had another epic dream, last night, I felt I needed to share with you, since I was worried about you, when I went to bed, last night. You were utmost in my prayers, and as it turns out, in my dreams.

It was the most profound dream, yet, and I awoke after only two hours of sleep, to write it down. This one was unique in two ways. One, it happened at the beginning of my night's sleep, and Two, it contained some of the most prophetic and clear messages, to date. When I awoke from it, I grabbed hold of my Bible, which I went to sleep, holding, and opened it up at random, and it just happened to open up to Isaiah 61 - which I'll quote, at the end. . .

. . . Here is the dream . . . (in four parts:)

Part I: There were two of us. We were waiting to go to work one afternoon. We were farmers. Our dad had gone into the fields ahead of us, to "clean" them. We were to follow him, but we weren't sure where he was, nor into which field he had gone.

We would go in and harvest, after him. We looked, and the fields had been subdivided. They had been divided into thirds. And those thirds were further divided into triangles. They fit together, two on the end, and one in the middle, forming rectangles.

Part II: While we were waiting, I went up to a concert arena. I went to buy a ticket. Wasn't sure who was playing, but I told the girl at the ticket office it was the "Big Name". There were only a few tickets left, on either the 9th or 19th or 28th - (not sure if those were rows, or dates.) She was not laughing. No sense of humor. It was as if she was part of some important operation. Anyway, I got my ticket and went into the arena.

Suddenly, I was talking with some kind of church group. I was to lead the music for their praise and worship group - helping them rehearse. There was a piano and a familiar group waiting for my special style of music.

Someone was angry with me for not being prepared the way THEY wanted it to be performed. I stood in front of the congregation, as some sort of prophet, or a leader, and explained to them about how and why it had to be done this way - sort of "enlightened" them, so they could understand my vision. There was only one "right way". I held my position and was very emphatic about it.

Part III: Next we were in a P.O.W camp. Some boy was trying to escape - was being "rescued" by some people from above, pulling him up by a rope. He was rising up a very tall distance through an opening in the roof. The guards were fast approaching. He made it to the top and safely out. I recognized him from somewhere. He made it out, as well as one other person, both to safety. But there were more guards (evil) waiting for both of them (us.) They were easily re-captured. The one boy was forced down into the "splits" - one leg out in front, the other behind, into a sitting position - locked all the way down. He was then pushed forward into a corner - where he was to await his punishment. They did the same to the other person (maybe myself, or another, not sure.)

Part IV: Just then a new character arrived on the scene. Sort of like a gun-totin' cowboy dude - a gigantic man (a giant) - wearing a black hat and shirt and chaps. His hands were steadied over his pistols, as he rode into town on his motorcycle. Everyone was sure to stay out of his way. He was the biggest, baddest cowboy of them all. He was there for a reason - to eliminate the bad guy(s) once and for all. He was many, many times bigger and more powerful, than all the rest. We were all relieved that he was about to clean up this town, once and for all. We felt safe, knowing he was here. Secure. Healthy. Strong. Peaceful.

Then I woke up. I felt as if I had been on a strange journey to a very dangerous and unsettling place, where I could "see" all this happening from above - sort of transported. It felt as if I was alone there, but, I was aware that I was in a protective shield of some sort. It would have been too dangerous for me to go in there and "see" this knowledge, outside of this shield. But, I had been protected by this "force" or "power", I could neither see nor hear. I just "went" with it - whatever "it" was. I was then brought back home. Woke up - very alarmed and disturbed!

Like I said, earlier, I opened up my Bible, I had been hugging onto . . . to Isaiah 61 . . . And this is the part that really freaked me out:

"The Spirit of the Lord God IS upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.

To proclaim the acceptable year to the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn.

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, (Note: The next part is a popular praise and worship song, we used to do almost every Sunday, coincidentally:)

- To give them beauty for ashes,

- the oil of joy for mourning.

- the garment of praise

- for the spirit of heaviness.

- that they might be called

- Trees of righteousness,

- the planting of the Lord,

that he might be glorified. (End of song) continuing with passage . . .

AND they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.

And strangers shall stand and feed your flocks, and the sons of the alien SHALL BE your plowmen and your vinedressers.

But ye shall be named the Priests of the Lord; MEN shall call you the Ministers of our God; ye shall eat the riches of the Gentiles, and in their glory shall ye boast yourselves.

7.) For your shame ye shall have DOUBLE; and FOR confusion they shall rejoice in their portion; therefor in their land they shall posess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them.

8.) For I the Lord love judgement, I hate robbery for burnt offering, and I will direct their work in truth, and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.

9.) AND their seed shall be known among the Gentiles, and their offspring among the people; all that see them shall acknowledge them and they ARE the seed WHICH the Lord hath blessed.

10.) I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me WITH the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh HIMSELF with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with jewels.

11.) For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown into it to spring forth; so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.

The dream fortold of: 1.) the sowing in the field; 2.) the Praise and Worship song being Priests Ministering the Word; 3.) the prison opening to them that are bound, and proclaiming liberty to the captives; 4.) the gun-slinging giant - or the day of Vengeance to comfort all that mourn.

I was just astonished how all four parts of the dream were right in sync with the Passages. I don't pretend to understand all this - I am just the messenger, here. I wrote it down, word for word, as it happened, so I wouldn't forget. Nor alter.

I feel a real danger coming from your end. I felt very afraid to call or make plans with you, Sunday (today,) after I had previously written you on Friday. Just so you know why I didn't call.

Then, this afternoon, I received a threatening message from Joe - on my machine. I don't know why he is threatening me, out of the blue, like that. I haven't spoken with him since the Mozart concert, nor with you, since the Sunday before I left on vacation. I am going to call the Police and report it, though. As soon as I get home, tonight. I think he is seriously dangerous, and there is no telling where his violent, schizophrenic behavior will end up.

I am holding onto your postcard, by the way. I thought it might trigger a violent reaction, if he saw a letter from me, when I heard he was still there. I will just give it to you in person, when I see you. Will you please call me this week, and let me know how you are, and what the H@#$ is going on. I worry for you, like I have never worried, before. And I am afraid to come around, now, because of his violent behavior. I left my car battery charger in the rental car - (for the cell phone) accidentally - so didn't turn on cell phone earlier in day, to conserve the battery.

I feel our time is short, together, as I mentioned before. I have just submitted my resume to BayRecruiters.com - looking for a job out in the SF area. It may take a couple years at most, to fully relocate, but I have picked out where I want to go, and the details are miraculously falling into place. I will explain, in person. Great things are happening, and cannot wait to tell you all about it. Was hoping to get with you, today, but then, the thing with Junior really has me alarmed.

- The greatest Love for You, humanly possible, and THEN some . . .

- Your Steveman MSM