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While reading the BIBLE this morning, I thought of something that sounded good. No Doubt GOD gave me it, and so I post it here.

A comment on the olde and New Testaments of the HOLY BIBLE.

The Olde Testament is like hard ground full of gold and silvre ore and nuggets. You have to dig hard to get them and refine them carefully when you do. The New Testament is like a pile of Jewels GOD scattered generously on top of that same ground containing the gold and silvre ore of the Olde Testament. They are easier to find and more lavishly spread yet some of these still need cutting and some even digging for. But let no man unwisely say the Olde can be dispensed with for the lavishness and abundance of the New because not only does the New Rest atop the Olde, without which it could not have stood or be founded, but if the jewels of the New are to be wourn by the Christian as the  ournimants of royalty and be set in the crowns sceptres of rule when CHRIST lets us reign with Him, they must be set in the refined gold and silvre of the Olde for only their do they fit and have significance and sit in their proper sensible place.

My dreams have been strange of late.  Again I dreamed one night I was driving a 68 black Charger with some red lettering on it and another night I thing I dreamt I was driving the General Lee and another night I reamt I was in a black 77 firebird I think (or was it a 70’s Camaro?) with some shourt haired huy I was sure was a secret agent or something and we were running from the cops or speeding to do a mission or comthing. All I know is I have a good imagination and when I dream of going fast in a throaty loud muscle car it is realistic and fun.  The night before last, though, I dreamt I found a hidden ship in a cave full of so much gold in the cargo hold it was a treasure richer than any save Scrooge MacDuck’s Money bin in Duck Tales.  It was insane how much gold bricks was there!!!!!  30 feet deep and several hundred feet long, a ship almost as big as a modern one. In it I was a knight in armour. And two other knights came into the ancient Greco Roman or Persian ship from the hole in its wooden hull and wanted to kill me to keep all the gold for themselves and so we fought. I looked for a Japanese swourd, but found a very nice medieval straight swourd instead and thought GOD had given it to me to fight with and called out: It is the Swourd of GOD!” and fought them in my very splendid armour. The scene changed around me and became the inside rooms and halls of a greystone castle.

                No doubt the castle at loch Ness Scotland I saw on Monster Quest on Hist. Chanel as well as the lecture I sat in on in the Cape Cod Geneological society’s meeting on the history of the Wampanoag given by an Apache Indian Histourian where one copper piece the Indians woure reminded me strongly of the armour wourn by the ancient knights and by Adrian Paul from highlander in Captain Drake’s immourtal voyage influenced this dream. Lastly I dreamt that I was on the outskirts of a town and someone, a man who looked homeless and dazed lie on the ground. I tried to communicate and awaken this man in a trance but to no avail. Suddenly where his sullen, thick gaze rested appeared a flame of fyre and it made a hole not only in the earth but in the dimensional barrier, or the fabric of spacetyme and of reality, if you like.  The fyre ran around the rim and the pourtal opened to no other place than a fiery pit, and I knew it was the abyss of hell itself. And out of this pit emerged a demon. Now I have dreamt of demons many tymes before, but  always possessing someone human and living in them as recourded in my previous journals. But here it appeared in a monstrous fourm looking like some twisted, freakish, many hourned mutated Triceratops. Something like ne would see in Ninja Gaiden, a game where you are a ninja and fight through monsters.  I knew it was a demon and now I am virtually certain it was a real demon in my dream trying to harass me and intimidate me. Was this a vision dream? I oftymes pray for them and get them from tyme to tyme and think this may be GOD telling me something.

                Anyways,  this demon emerged from hell in the fourm of this absolutely hourrid looking monstre and was looking at this man laying on the ground looking back at it completely hypnotized by its spell and mind control but I could sense this was only because he believed the beast. (Now I know what Daniel felt like, and Saint John the Revelatour!)  And it had complete control ovre him. Was this man a symbol of the world and its people, the people I have tried to awaken but to no avail? Probably. While the demon beast glared intently on the man and the man glazedly, dazedly, gazed back to my hourrour flame erupted out of the man’s stomach and spread gradually until he began to burn alive. It was like something out of a hourrour film and I was indeed hourrified and felt the emotion of fear. That, more than anything was what makes me believe I was seeing a real devil in my dream trying to attack my mind or something, or at least GOD giving me a view of the enemy. And I felt this evil presence and malignant aura and vibe coming from the demon, I really felt this very strongly and ovrewhelmingly and sensed a living spirit of TRUE malice and spite and the worst fourm of cruelty as though it were whatever devil possessed Nero, Vlad Dracul the Impaler or Himmler. But though this certainly made me feel intimidated, as my handwriting analysis reveals I am a logical person who has strong feelings but does not make my decisions by my emotions but by my reason and will. I just ignoured the feeling and tried to distract it and rescue the burning man or at least avenge him. I started rebuking the demon in the name of JESUS CHRIST and that got it’s attention and it looked at me with its nasty black eyes and I saw its black soul as I continued rebuking it. It contested wills with me and tried to resist whatever Spiritual power I was bringing to bear with my faith for JESUS Name has power but only strong faith can appropriate it. For a minute it looked unphased and unaffected and was slowly starting to approach me to devour me and it acted confident and superiour. My faith wavered for a moment that I was strong enough in the LORD and a good enough Christian with enough powre in GOD to defeat this thing and I though I might lose and be destroyed or dragged to hell with it. And I felt a wave of real fear but instead of buckling under the wave, I burst through it and became focused, angry in a controlled way, and I believe I drew out  a Tachi (long Japanese swourd) and threw my life away. It was very Samurai. Clearly reading Hagakure as a daily devotional and doing martial arts has impacted my psyche. I charged it to kill it knowing it felt more powerful than I and I felt too weak to beat it, I decided I would beat it anyways and ran straight at it, even though this was suicidal and felt just as crazy in the dream as it would in real life, I didn’t care if I lost and was destroyed I recklessly plunged into after the demon willing to die if need be but not to let it win without a fight.  This dream was so vivid and the feelings in it so strong that it is hard to relate with as much strength as it had. This was an intense dream!  

                So, halfway to the demon I stopped and I think said, hey, wait a minute, this swourd is just metal, it can’t win against this demon! Only the Name of JESUS can prevail! And I called out to GOD to Please Help Me!!! And started rebuking the demon again and it tried to battle wills with me and with the NAME but I felt it will braeak and it stated being pushed back and retreating back into its hell hole.  I guess this gives new meaning to the olde phrase: “Go back to whatever hell-hole you crawled outta!”

                It gives prrof to what Tsunemoto said: “Dreams are truthful manifestations. When I occasionally have dreams of dying in battle or committing seppuku, if I

brace myself with courage, my frame of mind within the dream gradually changes.

This concerns the dream I had on the night of the twenty- seventh day of the fifth month.

If one were to say in a word what the condition of being a samurai is, its basis lies first in seriously devoting one's body and soul to his master…. I had a dream on the night of the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth month in the third year of Shotoku. The content of

the dream changed gradually to the extent that I strengthened my will. The condition of a person is revealed by his

dreams. It would be good to make companions of your dreams and to put forth effort.

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                Wow, what a crazy dream. Also, I have taken up geneology of late. I have found out that of my ancestours, one was a Prussian/German immigrant Pvt in a Pennsylvania battalion in the revolution

PA Archives Series 2 Vol XIV, page 564 - Nicholas Kline July 9, 1776 Capt. Hagenbuck's Company, Second Battalion Associators in the County of Northampton, Province of Pennsylvania, which is to compose part of the Flying Camp of Ten Thousand Men, Commanded by Col. Hart, and in Capt. Henry Hagenbuck's Company. Page 586 - First Battalion Northampton Co Militia - Lt. Col. Henry Geiger Nov 29, 1781

and anothre was a 1^st Lieutenant in the 67^th Pennsylvania and Regimental Adjutant (assistant) to the Colonel of the regiment, helping with the details of the duties of the regiment. That’s a pretty high rank besides my othre ancestour on my Yankee fathre’s side who was a Colonel in the Rhode Island infantry. I still hope to see some Confederates in my ancestry being a country boy but am so very proud my family has been in Pennsylvania and fight for Pennsylvania for hundreds of years. Now to get back there and live in my home Country again! May GOD grant it but maybe he has made me a stranger and pilgrim in a strange land to alienate me from the world like Abram who dwelt in tents and the Israelites in the wilderness.