I remember the dream that I would have of walking up the gravel drive into the realm of the country ranch that belonged to Gramps and Grand, but now they are gone and those living there now somehow grafted themselves on in between when Gramps passed on and Grand was still living there but all alone and in need of caretakers, but as also since passed on as well. And those grafters are still there but do not legally own it at all. And they that is where they are home based as well, supplying illicit drugs the city that is nearby about an hour’s drive away, with all their friends and ‘family’ always coming and going, and all the quaintness of the previous persons who actually owned and built the place has all bee dismantled and no longer inviting to the eye, unless one is abusing serious drugs and in the grafting business. Being in the tree-filled country-side everything was so green and inviting and peaceful to experience and to behold. But people involved in murder, grafting, identity theft, and the illicit drug trade, whether manufacturing or just transporting, live in a grey realm where beauty is only the next drug high, which they now only live for and work hard to continuously maintain. And at all costs! Even yours!
First one family of grafters moved in as caretakers and remained to manufacture illicit drugs there in the nearby city… and if I were there now living in the little cottage once provided for me there on that property, the grafters would murder me by poisoning to get me out of the way and to keep their little illegal business on track, providing illicit drugs for them and smuggling the rest to keep them is abundant personal supply to the nearest city and on across the state lines by all these seemingly innocent family “Road Trips”.
Some of it gets frozen into the ice that is in the soda pop ice chest and handed over to the people at their destination when they finally arrive there, and the reason their vehicles are always being worked on is become some of the drugs are transported in various parts and sections of the vehicles, to the nearby city and across the states. And there are those who are ‘Bus Pirates” transporting illicit drugs through their trips across the states on Trailways and Greyhound and other bus lines, which is so much easier than trying to smuggle through our aero-lines! Getting on and off planes with illicit substances is so much harder now than it used to be… don’t you know? Which is a good thing aye?!
Over the years when I would have that reoccurring dream of walking into the property on this beautiful gravel, not your usual, boring, dusty dry, white chalky gravel, but this kind that is produced by river and creek beds and in little byway country streams. Being all smoothed out like the proverbial imagery of the Philosopher’s Stone, and by time and worn care. In the dream then when I finally arrived up the drive onto the property while in that reoccurring dream I would always have this sense that I was finally home.
The place would be so green and inviting and there would be a cool breeze in my hair as well as through the beautiful leaves and loving branches of trees that seem as though they have always been there since God placed them there so long, long ago? And almost seeming as though God had placed all those verdant trees all there just of my ‘Home Coming’ when I finally arrive home there someday? ‘Home’ to a reoccurring dream?
And that day did come and go when return there to move into my little bitty, small country house that from the outside looks no bigger than a child’s playhouse, in back of the main house on that rural countryside ranch. It was there that the people seemed so wonderfully welcoming of me and their relationship to the property acting as not its caretakers of almost as its owners, telling me if I could have a cat or not as a grown man in my own house there on the property that once belonged entirely to its real owners who loved it, built it and cared for it for so many years of their lives, Gramps and Grand; and the woman who was the wife and mother there, who seemed to manage everyone and everything, even those coming and going all the time, became noticeable angry with me in such an odd way when I got a cat to keep me company in the little doll-like cottage of a house, and she wanted to direct me as if I was under her charge as well, and things did become surreal and the atmosphere mean, when myself as a much older man would not give heed to her getting into my business as if I was under her charge and answered to her? Almost as if she had already taken complete ownership of me and it was all surreal?
Do you know that there are undercover narcs that infiltrate drug cartels and thug gangs and other illicit situations? And those institutions realize all of this, so in their paranoia many innocent lives are taken by the drug and crime syndicate and other lives ruined by their misguided witch hunts among their ranks and otherwise to ferret out the undercover agents, and all the while and most of the time the agents are never found out to be who they really are among the crime persons? So the innocent and the good are easy pickins’!
So they can drug and poison innocent persons, or just those in their way, even those who are unwittingly in their way? As well as those that they drug or poison, or kidnap or rob, or sell? Rat Poison and Antifreeze are very popular with these kinds of mental midgets as well as many others to get rid of the enemies, their friends, their partners, their victims, family members, narcs and those they think are narcs, or just for fun for the thrill of watching others die? Don’t you know that for really messed up people that kind of thrill is one of their favourite ones? And always doing injury to others is what they love to do!
This life is filled with God’s still intended beauty as well as with corruption and perverted things that went awry when the earth fell into Lucifer’s grasp way back at the Garden of Eden. That is why there is good and evil, and good that looks evil to our modern thinking, and evil that looks good to most all of humanity now! For without God in our lives we of all creation most miserable! And without the Born Again experience we cannot have the spiritual sight to see things in holiness, nor can we have the mind of Christ to help bring the world and all of creation back to God! And we then just keep doing things our own way, thinking its all the right way and right thing to do; while all the while making things in our lives and around us and in the world at larger worse and worse all the time. And when corruption becomes corrupt, all redemption may be lost?
Without true repentance and falling onto our knees before the Lord Jesus in prayer, and following Him through the water of the river Jordon, there or wherever our river Jordon just happens to be, and made new creations in Him; we can never do things correctly in God’s kind of righteousness. “God’s ways are not our ways!” And only the truly Born Again can even get a glimpse into the things of God and of His Kingdom! (St. John 3)
Now that I told you that, “God’s ways are not our ways!” Speaking not to those who are Born Again (unless to rebuke those who were but have strayed off the narrow path), but to everyone who is not regenerated, and not one of those ‘Precious Bible Promises’… like so many seem to think that that verse is! People sometimes misread the Scriptures!
Do you know that many bad people who rob, murder and kidnap others do not see themselves so much as bad or evil, but simply as ‘misunderstood’? And among them many, many will have no qualms about stealing from you, or taking you life or selling you into slavery and think things like “Jesus Loves Me!” and “God understands what I must do to survive!” and that their victims are really evil ones or are naïve so they deserve what they get, and many of those bad and evil people who harm, rob and kill even think that they are “Saved” anyway, so whatever they do is all “A-Okay” with the Lord! BUT Jesus said that good people do good things and are of God and that evil people do evil things and are “of their father the Devil, who was a liar and murderer since the beginning!” I sure would not want Satan to be my eternal father from the beginning!
So I proclaim to you that no Born Again “Saved” Christian will ever harm you, murder you, rob you, molest your children, or poison you, or drug you and kidnap you and sell you into slavery, do drugs, manufacturer illicit drugs, or otherwise do any other evil deed! “For you will know those who are Mine by their good deeds! And if they do otherwise, they were never Mine!” And “Depart from Me all who do evil!”—Jesus
I do not miss the rural too very much at all and have always been as urbanite, though I think about Devonshire back home and the countryside there that I could walk about in and possibly enjoy as my ancestral home? But how could I afford ever to return there? And my present kitty would have to be placed in quarantine for some terribly lengthy amount of time. And with Briton and all of Europe changing so rapidly as it is now, would it be the same place at all that I have always known it as, or another atmosphere altogether and unhappily unwelcoming by the time I did finally manage to get myself and my kitty out that merciless quarantine time there? Would I life walking any desolate moors and the quaint pub life there or would I remain in the larger village or more urban-like areas there? Would I be safe? Or would I be forced to deal with more harm, crime, danger and trauma there as well? Some think that my doctor should prescribe drugs for my supposed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder! But no doctor I see is offering to do that and when I asked about it I am told to avoid bad people and stressful situations… like I should’ve learned my lesson by now? Wouldn’t I though have to ‘go out of the world’ altogether to avoid anymore sadness, sorrow or distress? Who can avoid any of that and still remain a living person on our planet aye? It is not time to go to Heaven for me yet!
Even if I no longer ministered wouldn’t I see daily life and harm same I anyone else does? Where can I go from corruption and dangerous persons? All that is all around us isn’t it now? I do not mean to be bleak but to ask this question? I am filled with the joy of the Lord Jesus Christ through the infilling of the Holy Spirit of God, and though my outward life does not measure up to or fit into what some of those TV Preachers tell me that my Christian life should be in much goods and personal wealth and insulation from sorrow, tribulation and distress… if only my faith was real? I possess a deep inner peace!
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