hiya all,
I didn't actually have a Jesus dream, well, maybe I did, but I wasn't asleep at the time!! Prior to visiting a friend, [who by the way, introduced me to prayer as a real newbie in my beliefs and how to pray] I had been studying stuff on Ray's site and in the bible. I was sooo drawn to get to know Jesus personally. I wanted soooo much to meet Him, see Him in front of me and look for the truths in His 'eyes' [I often feel they are the window to the soul] I thought what an honour to have been in His presence all those years ago for those who knew Him for who He really was. I thought I would give
anything to be able to have done that.
Anyway, I went to said friends house and we talked... and talked about everything that came to mind about God and Jesus. Before I left, She said a prayer, quite a long prayer actually but I really don't remember what she said, because about 3 or 4 sentences in, all these pictures kept popping into my mind. I saw a quarter face, so that the eye was in the centre of it and I saw other images of a face but can't really describe the person whose face it was because it was like a lot of different pictures of the same person from different angles and each one was visible for a only a split second before being replaced by another one. I know it was representing Jesus because of the 'crown' I remembered seeing from the first picture of the quarter face.
After that, I saw a woman kneeling down in front of Jesus and He had His hand on her head. She was smiling a huge smile, so full of joy and love, I never saw Jesus in this picture, only His robe and arm. The woman's face was full of light, but it wasn't hers, It was a reflection of who she looked up to, [Jesus] She was wearing a pale green old style long dress and a white headdress [simple style] She stood up and stepped into His outstreched arms in a brotherly type embrace, laying her cheek on his white garmented chest, just below his collar-bone, but I didn't see anything from the neck up this time[and I felt and overwhelming peace in
me for real at this point]
I actually was startled because the woman turned, and it was MY face looking back at me, but almost unrecognisable at first because of the light. My friend finished her prayer then and I could hardly even speak to tell her about it. She actually asked if I was okay, that my eyes were really sparkly and that I seemed different, charged up somehow.
Anyway, apart from that night, I have never told anyone about that in case I'm carted off in a straightjacket to the local nut -house. I don't do drugs, [ but thought maybe I should after that
] I don't know of any significance of colors, but that's what I saw. Thinking about it all afterwards, I remember that, before that event, as a 'babe in Christ' I did have thoughts about whether it was all real, or fanciful thinking as something to 'prop you up' in hard tiimes, but not really, actually, true. I really hoped with my whole heart that I would be shown the truth, not deceived and this is where the thoughts of being able to meet Jesus in person sprang from and I thought...'if I could'v just looked Him in the eye...I'd know'........
I actually don't care if the world thinks me mental, there will never be enough books and dictionaries on the planet to even begin to describe the feelings I was left with, that wiped out every single doubt I had. Even now, a year on, it's as clear as it was the day it happened. If any doubts do suddenly spring up, I disown them, and remember that feeling. It always brings me the feeling of peace and so much joy that I could cry with it. [and I wish I could parcel it up into little boxes and give it to everyone else]
God bless you all
Angie.