Dream About Souls – September 12, 2018

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Then the LORD’s anger was aroused against Uzzah, and God struck him dead because of this. So Uzzah died right there beside the Ark of God. – (2 Samuel 6:7)

This will be the last post on souls, and what God said about righteous and unrighteous in the coming early harvests of the earth. Always keep in mind when you visit this site- this is not an opinion blog. This is not a personality blog. This is a place I share and teach the prophetic end times information I receive from the Lord Jesus Christ. I am a messenger the Lord asked to create this space for people to seek His counsel. If you want to know God as He really is – without the fluff – as well as secrets many churches do not know or are not yet teaching, you can find it here. I don’t hold anything back, I think the posts speak for themselves. I ask for all to seek understanding and pray about the things you read on The Master’s Voice, because this blog is for the glory of the Lord Jesus Christ.

I dreamt I had two sons, a little one and a much older one who was basically a man. (I have no family like this in real life). The little one was under 12, still small enough to not mind sitting on my lap for hugs and things like that. The older one was taller than me and didn’t live at home. One day my little son died. He was such a tender, loving, child, obedient and good to us in every way. This boy died suddenly and with no explanation, and when this happened my husband and I were devastated. We were strong, fervent Christians and asked the Lord again and again at the funeral- Why? WHY Lord?! He was so GOOD!”

The grief was crippling in fact, BECAUSE the little boy was so good. His moral character was strongly highlighted in the dream. The funeral was heavy, solemn and silent because every head was asking, every mind cracking with the mystery: “Why did this little boy die?” Even the pastor’s voice was just a whisper and nobody knew what to say. 

After the funeral I did not join my husband to receive guests at the reception. I changed my heels and ripped off my mourning veil, put on flat shoes and in the same black clothes I went into the city looking for my older son. This boy rarely came home anymore, we had not been able to reach him for several days to tell him that his brother was dead. This son was so handsome, indeed the appearance of my boy was like a Hollywood actor or stage model: extreme good looks, perfect teeth and a killer smile. My eldest liked his looks, he liked to take photographs of himself. Even as a young boy coming up I noticed that habit in him but thought nothing of it. I laughed it off though I didn’t encourage him in it. Now as a man (23, 24 years old), it was my son’s daily bread to take photos and share them online to get feedback and (of course) inevitable comments on his good looks, body and physique. 

So I’m running from a funeral out to the city, looking for my son, when of all things his obsession and habitual love of vanity and personal exaltation begins to blast my mind as I’m running. It’s being made so clear to me: all his years of doing this are playing before me like a movie, making it very hard to concentrate as I navigate the busy traffic stopping random people and asking with a stressed out face: “Have you seen my son?!” 

Finally I run into a particularly busy street and see a crowd gathering there. People look shocked, horrified, some have a hand to the mouth. I run there knowing the worst has happened and sure enough it is my son, my only other boy, dead in a gutter. 

This was a big modern city so I don’t  know how an open gutter could be there but it was. His body had fallen into it but since he was tall the lower half sat in the gutter like a man upright in his coffin, and the upper half slumped sideways in the street. By his hand was his cellphone and right on the screen his smiling face – the last photo he’d taken before he died.

I entered that gutter without crying. Without wailing. I sat in it and cuddled as much of him as I could to myself. I was thinking how can this be? I now have no sons. I looked up, the buildings were so tall around me, the sun so bright and piercing. The day was utterly normal except for this. I looked at the people who were still gathering to stare at me and this beautiful dead boy in the gutter. I said, how did he die? Did anyone see it? Did a car hit him? Did he not see this gutter, did he fall and break his neck? Please- can somebody tell me what happened? 

People were silently avoiding my eyes but I kept asking a calm voice, a peaceful voice so they weren’t scared off: “Can anyone tell me?  I just need to know did anyone see?”

Finally one man stepped forward and took his cellphone from his pocket. He held it up as if he was about to talk a selfie of himself, then he mimed collapsing to the ground. When he did that someone else felt brave and said: No car hit him lady. Nobody touched him. The kid was walking right along here in that fancy suit and tie right? He was walking, then he stopped. He took out his cellphone and held it high in the air to get a good full shot of himself. But he didn’t like the angle, you can see here the sunlight is so bright. So he brought it closer to his face. I saw the kid smile, he snapped a pic and just like that- boom- it’s like something hit him real hard and he went down like a log, right into that gutter. Happened not even 20 minutes ago. I was right here, nobody touched him lady. He fell by himself like that and died. 

I nodded and kept holding the boy. The good one died for no reason and now the one who wouldn’t listen and left home too early to do this own thing and rarely came home, also died. I thought God how can you do this to me, but I heard:

They will die right in the middle of their iniquity, right in the pursuit of their sin they love so much I will lay them flat and they will see I am a jealous God. There is no contest between the god of this present world and me. I said do not worship other gods. I said you shall have no other god before Me. But you are making yourself a god. Your achievements, your accomplishments, your PhD and degrees, they are on your head above me. The car you drive, the money you make, the promotion you just received. It’s on top of your head. You have even built altars to worship yourselves, each one has raised a public altar to himself or herself so that they can worship and others can also worship them.

Therefore you will fall suddenly, in the midst of all you have you will fall and people will say “Oh no; it makes no sense! He wasn’t sick, he wasn’t this, he wasn’t that! It makes no sense- he/ she loved God!” But I say to you, you do not love me. You only love yourselves. You exalt yourselves and you worship yourselves. You pray to me for blessings but when I give them to you, just like Israel did when leaving Egypt, you take them and fashion them into lifeless things to worship. YET I SAID I AM THE LORD, YOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GOD BUT ME.

You worship your children. When I send my word to chastise them you resist me and say “He/ she is young, he’s just a baby, he doesn’t know better!” You hide your children from my discipline and resist my correction and instruction in favour of the more “family friendly” methods on the market. You oppose me in almost every single aspect of your daily life, yet you rush to your churches bearing offerings as if you can buy my blessings with your money. You and your self-made altar will FALL. And the good shall be taken away without reasoning, without questioning. Good shall fall with bad because my mercy dictates that their time has come to enter their rest, so they will not see the evil coming upon this earth in the last days. They will sleep with Me and be at perfect peace. But you who defies my word when it comes, a sword is already after you and shall not relent until you also relent and turn from your hateful ways. This is the word of the Lord.

So after hearing that I got up- what could I do? The Lord had struck the boy and he died, so I left the body of the bad son there in the gutter and began to walk home. As I left him strong rain came down, pouring rain that scattered the onlookers from that place and the sunlight disappeared utterly from the sky. The body remained in the gutter.

That is the end of the dream. 

God never speaks to me without confirming His word. That’s why even though TMV has almost 150 posts they all match, confirm and repeat each other in endless ways. The Lord Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forevermore, and those who study Him will see consistency and faithfulness in everything He does. This was the first dream I had about deaths at the Lord’s command, the prophecies came before and after. Let these posts not put fear into anyone’s heart- if you are a Christian your life belongs to God and for better or worse you have to trust He knows best for you. I have two scriptures to share.

“So you son of man: I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel; therefore you shall hear a word from My mouth and warn them for Me. When I say to the wicked, ‘O wicked man, you shall surely die!’ and you do not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his sins but his blood I will require at your hand. Nevertheless if you warn the wicked to turn from his way and he does not turn from his way, he shall die in his iniquity; but you have delivered your soul. “Therefore you, O son of man, say to the house of Israel: ‘Thus you say, “If our transgressions and our sins lie upon us, and we waste away in them, how can we then live?” Say to them: ‘As I live,’ says the Lord God, ‘I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but [I desire] the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn, turn from your evil ways! For why should you die…?’ – (Ezekiel 33:7-11)

“Those slain by the LORD on that day will be from one end of the earth to the other. No one will cry for them, gather them or bury them; they will be like dung on the face of the ground.” – (Jeremiah 25:33)

This is The Master’s Voice. Worship God alone and don’t turn anything in your life or your experience into an idol. An idol is anything you love and cherish more than God, and if we’re honest after reading this and do some self-examination we will find that there are many things it’s possible for us to love more than God- our children, that new house, that relationship with a he or she, money, power, sex, the adoration and compliments of other people, so so many things. Yet these are all poor gods because they are powerless to save you in the day of destruction, powerless to fight for you when Satan shows up with his hand out for your soul. Jesus is the only God worth following, the rest are empty ideals. God the Father loves us and blesses us so we can be fruitful and happy, and give him thanks for His gifts, but He will deal with those who take accomplishments, possessions, position or any other thing and turn it into a god that owns their heart above Him. You were created to fellowship with Jesus, not your bank account, your car, your body or your 2 million Instagram and Facebook followers. Seek first the kingdom of God and He will bless you. Thank you for stopping by and see you again soon. Shalom.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Scarlett says:

    Dear sister, such a profound post and so timely for the late hour we are living in. It’s like now or never. The clock is about to strike midnight, even as the Worm moon served as a harbinger of the flowering blossoms signaling a new spring bursting forth on the earth. As old and tired as this earth is, there is still life on it, and hope for the living to change, repent, be born again in the newness of life with Christ Jesus, where the true meaningful life is.
    The Lord gives you some very sad dreams. I could almost “feel” this one myself. I do see people living their lives this way; some of them are my loved ones. So far, I wonder what it’s going to take for them to change. I pray and ask the Lord, whatever it takes, do it, to spare them from hell, but if it be possible, temper judgement with You’re Mercy.

    Thank you Celestial. God be with you and shower you with an abundance of Grace and Peace in all that you do.

    1. Celestial says:

      Never stop praying for those you love. To the deathbed, never ever stop praying. Pray is a net to snatch back even a soul at the brink. I’ve known people saved at death. God fights for souls to the very end, and He’s pushing His church to not be quitters when it comes to contending for souls. A soul lost can-NOT be won again, so we need to fight hard for them while there’s life. Shalom sister.

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