Your special own ultralight backpack and warning about word of faith movement – Dream and interpretation

It was a dream before Pentecost.

Dream in nutshell: a bunch of people had a destination of mountain peak with their own special individual equipment to hike on narrow and dangerous roads. Before we started, a bus trip organizer hijacked us, lied to us, our individual backpacks were taken away from us, and we found ourselves in some kind of prison, not on the mountain peak.  

Short interpretation: some organized church tend to lie to us, doing the thinking instead of us. By listening and obeying to their lies, you can lost your personal connection with Jesus Christ. Do not hide your talents, use your bespoke backpack, your individual gift from the Lord. You have a gift, you have your own lightweight backpack equipped with everything you need to your lifetime journey.

When you have a dream from Lord, it used to be very different from your usual dreams. I had this dream before Pentecost last year, 7th of June, 2019 – on Friday.

I camped in a beautiful place, under the sky, without using any tent. Nearby there were babbling brooks, waterfalls, hillsides, wonderful blue sky. Under the sky – we wasn’t needed any tent to cover our head or hide ourselves from the nature. Interestingly there were not any insects, mosquitoes, flies, etc, just amazingly twittering birds, buzzing nature, water sounds, streams sounds, waterfall sounds. It was a perfectly idyllic place with wonderful harmony. In case the rain was sprinkling, I didn’t need to hide under the bushes. Wide leaves created a perfect umbrellas to hide from the occasionally sprinkling rain.

Despite of that there was some raining by time to time and there was not any tents, and everything was continuously wet, and dewdrops were falling down from tree leaves, and bushes, at the end of grasses dewdrops can be seen shining as diamonds, I did not became wet. There was a babbling stream nearby, which was so crystal clear, you can drink from it. There was no need for food. During the time I was there I was not hungry at all. I was camping at that paradise place for long-long weeks, I was just amazed by the perfection. There was not any danger. The surroundings was so perfect, that anybody who have found their own place, started to camp there without any equipment or tents, and a distance from each other. We were thinking about the Lord and his goodness, godly things, that everything is created by the Lord is so wonderful, beautiful and perfect.

In that area which I have chosen for camping, other two or tree people were camping as well, in a distance. There were not any equipment with them, neither with me. Non of those people looked homeless or poor. Each of them were camping in different places, nearby, but not too near to me. Non of us disturbed the others, each of us had their own places, in a distance. The only time I was able to see them, those two or three people, who were camping lonely, when they came to drink from the water of stream, but even that time we did not crossed each other’s paths. By time to time we exchanged some words, than everybody went back to his own little camping places to admire the Lord.

Suddenly I started to realize in my mind, that there were more people who were camping or touring and tracking, not just us. I have started to realize there are more people around us, without seeing them. Somehow I did know, on that hundred and hundreds square kilometers huge idyllic paradise place, which was more beautiful than any national nature parks, there are hundreds of people are living, camping. They have found their idyllic places with the some way I have found where the view was perfect and they are near to the Lord.

I did understand their thoughts and their feelings, despite they were living separated on that land, a couple hundreds of them. I was able to understand their thoughts, feel their feelings only one time; when everybody thought and feel the same at the same time. On one day, suddenly a message inside us raised up in everyone of us, that this idyllic place is not so perfect, we have to climb up to that high mountain which was inside in that natural park paradise. There was a high-high hill in the middle of jungle, its top covered by clouds. And then Somebody within our hearts started to call everybody, each one of us, with „Come! COME!” and „Get started!”

After this calling, everyone of us, without talking of each other, started to walk despite of dangers, throughout thick forests, to reach the bottom of the mountain. Everyone of us did know the dangers throughout the jungle. We knew – without discussing it with each other – that the journey will be long. We have just knew. Despite of that, each of us started their own journey. Each and everyone of us did know that it will be so dangerous to climb up to that high hill, but hundreds and hundreds of people took that risk. Those few, couple of hundreds people did surely know, that some way or another they will reach their destiny by walking throughout that jungle, labyrinths, dangers, dangerous paths. They were 100 percent sure, that it is will be so good on the top of the mountain, above the clouds. That there will be thousand times, million times better, than just staying in one place, near to the babbling brooks and waterfalls.

A couple of hundreds people kept walking on their separated special ways, without anything. Everyone of us broke throughout to find their own ways. Everyone of us independently reached an other jungle, which started near to the mountain. At the edge of the jungle, each of us independently did find their own backpacks. Everyone of us had their own backpacks. One of each, not more. I have find my ultra lightweight backpack.

I felt 100 percent, that backpack is mine, belong to no one else, just me and even before my backpack never belonged to anyone else. I owned that backpack, despite I have just find it. It made for me, just for me. Somehow I did know that backpacks of others are ultra lightweight as well, but theirs different from mine, theirs had different shapes and colours, everyone’s backpacks contained different kind of equipment and different things.

There were not anybody near to me when their had found their own backpacks, but with my eyes in my soul I have seen and did know, that the others had found their own belongings at the beginnings of their own paths. Literally everybody wanted to start their own journey with the destination of mountaintop, on their own paths in the jungle, throughout dangers. There weren’t two similar equipment. Every backpack were ultra lightweight despite those were not small, even not too big backpacks. They were ultralight and those contained everything we needed for our long-long journey. Everybody had found their own backpacks with their own equipment where there own paths started at the next the jungle, at the valley of the highest hill. Everyone of us had different paths. Non of us crossed each others paths.

I peeked into my own backpack, which was full with exraordinary things, some of those purpose was unknown so far, but I did know, each and every single item are absolutely necessary for the success of my journey.

Other interesting fact about these colorful ultralight backpack with ultralight equipment inside, that each and every items were in separate folders, compartments. Each and every items were packed in separated compartments. I was not understand, for what purpose were some items for, but I did know, that those are absolutely necessary for my journey. Many-many separated folders were inside my backpacks, so many folders with items inside, so I did not understand how it is possible for a medium sized backpack to contain numerous items.

My backpack had a waterproof compartment as well, covered inside with thick and durable plastic foil. Inside this waterproof folder, there was a pair of flip-flop for beach looked like some kind of pair of sandals, but with ultralight weight, were extremely thin and a small place was enough for these to fit inside. The whole flip-fop-like footwear was entirely covered with fresh dewdrops. Those flip-flops had a light pastel colour, but with the look the inner side of a shell with glossy silvery shine, changed its colour, holographic.

I remember this strange items, because a flip-flop-like pair of sandals are not perfect for a long journey throughout the jungle, climbing up to the hill. I think it was for praying for early mornings, when dewdrops gathering together at the edges of grass.

The other item of my backpack, which I remember, a folded newspaper packed into a small place. When my newspaper opened, it was about 75 cm wide x 75 cm long, with a couple of pages. In this newspaper magazine the articles and photos changed each day. The magazine opened was quite big, but when folded, it was so tiny, about palm-sized. It was a magazine with exciting news and eye-catching photos for each and every day. There were not any boring average news inside. I don’t remember, what this magazine was about, but was so exciting to hold in my hand, because it was full with the latest news. The newspaper itself was quite used, when I get is, but it was not teared, was not worn out, despite so many times was opened and folded back. I think this magazine was full with fresh news from the Lord, handpicked by him. Furthermore there were many strange items inside my backpack, everything in separated compartments.

So each and everyone of us received different ultralight backpacks, with different equipment. There were not any similar backpacks and similar equipment or similar items either. Each and every travellers and hikers received their own special equipment, matching with their own personalities.

Suddenly something changed in the air. I sensed some confusion. Something invisible appeared, people are disturbed a little bit, and everybody just stopped before before their own paths. They stopped, looked around and did not understand, what happened exactly. Some kind of gossip started spreading, that we can reach the mountain peak by an organised bus travel.

We only knew one fact, that this travel to the mountain peak is organized by some kind of company. Many of us stood by the road, when our individual narrow footpaths were starting, different footpaths for different people, and instead of starting our journeys, we were waiting for the bus. The bus picked us one by one. A lot of us did choose the bus trip, because easier to reach the mountain peak travelling by bus – we thought. Travelling by bus seemed not so dangerous, much easier, because we did not have to put any effort to it, everything is organized by a company, who did the thinking instead of us. Because the organized bus trip seemed so easy, even I have stopped and did get into the bus.

The bus itself was a little bit of disappointment, because it was so old, without aircon. It was an old, worn out school bus, when the travellers felled into temptation, each of us, before our own footpath to choose the easier and quicker route. Of course not everybody did choose the bus trip, but a lot of us did.

As soon I did get on the bus, I lost my instincts, my senses did not work perfectly anymore. A coldness was around me, but not just around me, around everyone of us, who did get on the bus. We were not able to think clearly anymore.

When the bus arrived to its destination, it wasn’t the mountain peak, which we wanted to reach. Instead of our mountain peak, we found ourselves in a heartless, warmless big waiting room, which almost had similar look to a railway station. Nobody knew anything, there was not any information. We even forgot that we wanted to reach the mountain peak originally. The brains of travellers were clouded, and the fear appeared as well, which was not there before, when we were in the jungle.

In that enormous, railway station-like waiting room the organizers started to walk around with loudspeakers. They appeared like tour-guides and the started to tell their rules. They warned us, that everybody have to give them their backpacks. Backpacks are absolutely not necessary for reaching the mountain peak. It was an obligatory to give them our backpacks – it was not allowed to reach the mountain peaks with our equipment. It was like everyone of us were hypnotised, we obeyed for the rules. Each of us laid of backpacks obeyingly on a conveyor belt, similar to airport conveyor belt.  

When the backpacks were next to each other, I amazed by the beautiful colours of those many-many backpacks. There wasn’t any similarity in shapes and colours of backpacks. All of the backpacks became more colourful with the help of added accessoires. It was like a big sale in markets, so colourful, so vivid, full of life. Full of vitality was the effect of backpacks with their many-many accessoires next to each other. The whole view increased the happiness in my heart, but was good for the eyes as well. It was better view than the usual view of luggage on airport conveyor belts.

Then the backpacks were loaded to carriages of a big wooden train. The wooden train with carriages looked similar to the wooden trains used by tourists for sightseeing in downtowns. I realized that I will need three things from my backpack, but the organizers did not allow me to touch my own backpack or remove anything from my bag. I was so deeply hypnotised, that forbidden to touch my bag and getting near to my backpack not caused any outrage in me.

The same strange trance happened with the other tourists as well. Nobody said any words about this injustice. The wooden train with many open carriages carrying our backpacks left the huge waiting room, and we never seen our backpacks anymore.

Later all of the travellers were led to airplane hangar or a warehouse – it was like a building without windows. By this time all of the travellers did forget, that their final destination was not that building, but the mountain peak. Non of us protested about the misleading information given by the organizers. We were hypnotised by the lies. There was a huge air of fear spreading around us, so big, that the people did not even dare to discuss and share their feeling and thoughts with each other. Everyone of them thought that they are left alone with their problems.

It wasn’t allowed to talk to each other, because the organizers would punished us. Nobody told us that there will be punishments though, we just knew that punishments are coming if we not obey. That feeling and warning was in the air. The air of intimidation. Non of us protested why we are there and we were mislead, because deception misled everyone of us. We did not question the organizers about their lie that this place is the end of our journey. They brainwashed us, because that place was not the mountain peak. Everybody did forget about the mountain peak, our real destination.

Other fact, that the organizers of bus trip were not able to deceive everybody from the jungle. Several hundreds of people remained at the valley of the hill and started their own journeys on their individual narrow footpaths. More people remained at their place, than the people were deceived by the organizers.

In this huge hangar–like building became almost like a prison, because the organizers started spying on us, watching us. They led us to their organised programs, and was not allowed talking to each other. We were guided by the organizers, to go this place, that place, stay there, go there.

We are not allowed wandering around, looking around on our own, despite it was a huge field of place, a warehouse-looking place, but without any foundation. Underneath our foot was not a foundation, there wasn’t any concrete, it was just plain ground, the earth itself. This hangar-like warehouse was not in use, wasn’t used for anything, it was empty. The floor was an earthly plain ground, pressed earthly ground with some patches of grass, but the dust was swept away.

The building without foundation seemed to be stabilized, seemed standing firm. Because the building had no windows, we did not know where are we, but I did know, we are not on the mountain peak. The organizers lied to us. They said, we reached our destination, but it wasn’t true. We were not on the mountain peak. The organizers said, there will be demonstrations starting soon, we are here for those things. Despite all of us were drugged or hipnotised somehow, everyone of us were disappointed. We were so disappointed, that we were so easily reached our so-called destination, without any fight, without sufferings, and the so-called destination is so ugly, we are not able to see outside, we have no windows, no scenery. We were inside, not outside. We supposed to be outside. To be free.

There was total control. We were spied on by the organizers. Our every movements were monitored by the organizers. We started our journeys outside, supposed to finish outside, and we found ourselves inside. We were like prisoners in prison. We were not supposed to be there. We had forgot about the fact, that our destination was the mountain peak, not this. We were not able to see the doors, any doors, not even the door we were get inside.

Our small group was like small ants compared with the size of the building. The building was without any foundation. Inside a corner of the building we were looking around with wander and amazement about the size of the building. It was an empty hangar which was not in use, not even as a warehouse, there were not anything kept inside.

Our small group divided by the organizers into four smaller groups. They created four tiny group of people. The organizers warned us, better to watch, because big happenings are coming from now on.

But the happenings were such a big-big disappointment. The so-called big happenings were almost similar to small chemical experiments. Those were not big happenings at all. One of the organizers warned me by name, better to watch out, because the next performance will be so fantastic. In the front of us there was a table, on the table there were about 10 sticks standing, almost similar to sparklers, but these ones just burned with tiny-tiny flames and burned out quickly.

I started to look for some other performance. In the front of an other group, sticks stuck into the ground, around ten, like sparklers. Those sticks burned with 10-20 centimeters high miniature jet of flames, but just for couple of seconds. That was an other disappointment.

In the front of other two groups, there was one square meter burned down black patch on the ground. Probably it was remained after some kind of fire, because at the edge I was able to see some twinkling embers. It was an other disappointment. I started to feel how the others are feeling. They were feeling a huge disappointment. The trance started to go out of me and from the others as well. I started to get back to my senses, my instincts. Disappointment started to intensify within us, within the other tourists, I felt the others’ feelings, but the organizers did not allow us to speak and talk with each other.

Despite we are not allowed to talk, I started to feel how others are feeling in this trap. Their feelings inside of me started to intensify, became stronger and stronger. Our brain, senses, hearts started to wake up from this nightmare. We realized, that we are not supposed to be there, we supposed to be on the mountain peak. We were hijacked, we were mislead, they lied to us. We are started to look for exit, we thought about exit strategies, but we not discussed those with each other. Everyone us, alone, thought about exit strategies, how to get outside of the building, about how to get back our backpacks, our equipment, our gifts from the Lord and reach the top of the mountain. The desperation started to grow in each of us to get out from that trap. We started to shout and cry in our hearts for help from the Lord to get out and reach the mountain. I woke up from this dream with a huge pounding desperation.

Dreams from the Lord has many layers. I can explain some layers.

Interpretation

When the dream started, we were camping in a beautiful place. This represents our first meeting with the Lord. The Lord just talked to us, invited us, one by one, we did not need any organized church.

The mountain peak above the clouds represent our real personal face to face meeting with the Lord in the Heaven. Everyone of us has our own narrow footpath to reach the top of the mountain.

Each of us have their own special ultralight backpacks, meaning, as Jesus said

in book of Matthew 11:30

^“… my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

I had a magazine in my backpack. A meaning of the magazine of news: we should read the Bible each day to find the latest news from the Lord.

We have our own special equipment in our ultralight backpacks. Each items are in different compartments. Meaning. We all equipped with everything for our life travel, but there are different times and seasons in our life. Each items are for use for different seasons.

We are not crossing each others paths.

Book of Joel

Joel 2:7-8 

 They run like mighty men,
They climb the wall like men of war;
Every one marches in formation,
And they do not break ranks.
They do not push one another;
Every one marches in his own column.
Though they lunge between the weapons,
They are not cut down.

We, travellers did left the narrow roads of the Lord, just because a bus arrived. This bus was the fake organized church. We did choose a wide road, because it seemed easier. Everyone of us supposed to be stay on the narrow footpaths.

We believed the organizers arranged everything, we don’t have to do anything. We were switched off, brainwashed, and became sleepwalkers, drugged by deception. We were not allowed to use our special backpacks, our gifts from the Lord. We believed in what the organizers, the fake church leaders said. We thought, by their help we will reach the mountain peak. But we were trapped in a completely different place. We were not able to go anywhere. We were trapped, brainwashed, imprisoned.

There was not any windows and visible exit on that huge building where we were trapped, meaning, the organized church looking inside, not outside. They want to trap and mislead people in order to get their numbers. In organized church, you are not allowed to use your backpacks, your equipment, your gifts, even if it is called charismatic church or word of faith movement. Organized church want to brainwash you, mislead you and keep you as prisoners. Plus they are spying on you because some church leaders are very paranoid. The real church is not organized church. Organized church is created by people, the real church is created by the Lord. Organized church gives you the bondage of rules, real church gives you freedom. Real church has leaders appointed by the Lord.

In fake churches, there is no fire, no real fire. Like the priests of Baal, they are not able to bring down any fire from the heaven.

But Jesus can set a fire in you.

John the baptist said about himself and Jesus:

Book of Matthew 3:11 

 “I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me comes one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.”

A fake church has no foundation, so when the storm, hurricane and shaking are coming, the fake churches are collapsing.

In nutshell: some organized church tend to lie to us, doing the thinking instead of us. By listening and obeying to their lies, you can lost your personal connection with Jesus Christ. Do not hide your talents, use your bespoke backpack, your individual gift from the Lord. You have a gift, you have your own lightweight backpack equipped with everything you need to your lifetime journey.

I did wake up for a pounding desperation, meaning, that in body of Christ, we are not separated from each other, we can sense the others feelings. Because we are in the body of Christ.

After Jesus gone, he did sent the Holy Spirit and He baptised with fire:

Book of Acts 2: 1-3

 

“When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.“