Christ Entered In
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
But when Christ came as a high priest of the good things that have come, then through the greater and perfect tent (not made with hands, that is, not of this creation), he entered once for all into the Holy Place, not with the blood of goats and calves, but with his own blood, thus obtaining eternal redemption. (vv. 11-12)
In November of 1989, during a time away from home for personal spiritual growth, I had a short dream. The memory of it, even today, is clear and simple. The dream left me with the image of an old, balding man, head slightly bowed, who was facing away from me. His attire was an oversized coat and slacks that drooped in folds over his shoes.
During the day, the image remained in my mind's eye, and I was puzzled by it, wondering whether I might be able to draw the man. I knew I could draw what I see with my eyes, so I thought I might do that with the mind's eye image as well, and it proved to be quite easy.
I shared the art rendition and dream with a friend who suggested that I prop the picture at my bedside before I slept, inviting the old man to "tell" me what he wanted, and why he had come in my dream. I followed the suggestion out of curiosity.
That night, I felt awakened by the window being rattled in the wind of a snowstorm. I was not fully awake or asleep. It was as if I was semi-conscious. The image of the old man was clear in the night, even though I could not actually see the drawing in the darkness. I asked the man to tell me what he wanted. His answer was, "Take Christ into yourself." At that point, I found myself, still only semi-conscious, drawing my hands over my body from my pelvic area up to my chest, repeating the motion for a very long time until I fell soundly asleep.
In the morning, I felt surprised and a little overwhelmed by the experience. I commented to others during the morning about the windy, stormy night, and was greeted by quizzical looks and comments about the stillness of the night.
The next day, I drew the profile of a woman looking up with the appearance of "knowing" or "understanding." A few weeks later, I drew another image that seemed to be connected to the first two. It was a figure in a cape with hands reaching out in front that had yellow bursts of energy coming from them. The three images became for me "spirit guides" who represent pain, wisdom, and healing.
Until now, I have only shared this event with a few trusted friends. The experience has kept me on the path of my Christian faith and its roots. Christ's life and teachings are those, for me, that I attempt to example as best I can through my life. I feel that the dream images are gifts to be treasured from a loving creator.
In November of 1989, during a time away from home for personal spiritual growth, I had a short dream. The memory of it, even today, is clear and simple. The dream left me with the image of an old, balding man, head slightly bowed, who was facing away from me. His attire was an oversized coat and slacks that drooped in folds over his shoes.
During the day, the image remained in my mind's eye, and I was puzzled by it, wondering whether I might be able to draw the man. I knew I could draw what I see with my eyes, so I thought I might do that with the mind's eye image as well, and it proved to be quite easy.
I shared the art rendition and dream with a friend who suggested that I prop the picture at my bedside before I slept, inviting the old man to "tell" me what he wanted, and why he had come in my dream. I followed the suggestion out of curiosity.
That night, I felt awakened by the window being rattled in the wind of a snowstorm. I was not fully awake or asleep. It was as if I was semi-conscious. The image of the old man was clear in the night, even though I could not actually see the drawing in the darkness. I asked the man to tell me what he wanted. His answer was, "Take Christ into yourself." At that point, I found myself, still only semi-conscious, drawing my hands over my body from my pelvic area up to my chest, repeating the motion for a very long time until I fell soundly asleep.
In the morning, I felt surprised and a little overwhelmed by the experience. I commented to others during the morning about the windy, stormy night, and was greeted by quizzical looks and comments about the stillness of the night.
The next day, I drew the profile of a woman looking up with the appearance of "knowing" or "understanding." A few weeks later, I drew another image that seemed to be connected to the first two. It was a figure in a cape with hands reaching out in front that had yellow bursts of energy coming from them. The three images became for me "spirit guides" who represent pain, wisdom, and healing.
Until now, I have only shared this event with a few trusted friends. The experience has kept me on the path of my Christian faith and its roots. Christ's life and teachings are those, for me, that I attempt to example as best I can through my life. I feel that the dream images are gifts to be treasured from a loving creator.
