Pulling on a weed
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:50 pm
Morning...
I had this dream where it was morning. For some reason I looked out of my bedroom window and saw that the doors of my husbands car were opened. All four doors, which I thought was strange. I asked him if he left all the car doors open and he replied, no.
In my spirit I could see inside the car. The thief had stole nothing from the car but white papers were scattered inside the car, like it had been throughly searched.
Then I was at the door of my enclosed porch. Iona was there in the frame of the outside doorway with daylight surrounding her. She was refreshed, relaxed and happy.
I looked through the window and saw someone working on my neighbors yard. He was raking pebbles from her yard onto my garden. Thats were our two property lines met. I watched as he did this. The pebbles were not his intention and he stopped to take a closer look. He saw a small weed and came into my garden to pull it out. As he did so the vine was exposed and he pulled on the vine until he came to the root.
Good I said. Let him pull until he fines the root. He pulled until the vine went through the ravine, passing over the water. On the other side at the end of the vine he pulled out a hidden stash. The stash that the thief had stolen.
Then we are back inside my house and I am looking at what was stolen. First I pulled out a handgun,then a rifle. Then at the end of the vine there are two large garbage bags tied up. I am so excited to see what is hidden inside the bags. My husband is too. He walks over and tears one of the bags open. I don't know if I actually see with my eyes or know in my spirit that there are stacks of cash inside the bags.
I had this dream where it was morning. For some reason I looked out of my bedroom window and saw that the doors of my husbands car were opened. All four doors, which I thought was strange. I asked him if he left all the car doors open and he replied, no.
In my spirit I could see inside the car. The thief had stole nothing from the car but white papers were scattered inside the car, like it had been throughly searched.
Then I was at the door of my enclosed porch. Iona was there in the frame of the outside doorway with daylight surrounding her. She was refreshed, relaxed and happy.
I looked through the window and saw someone working on my neighbors yard. He was raking pebbles from her yard onto my garden. Thats were our two property lines met. I watched as he did this. The pebbles were not his intention and he stopped to take a closer look. He saw a small weed and came into my garden to pull it out. As he did so the vine was exposed and he pulled on the vine until he came to the root.
Good I said. Let him pull until he fines the root. He pulled until the vine went through the ravine, passing over the water. On the other side at the end of the vine he pulled out a hidden stash. The stash that the thief had stolen.
Then we are back inside my house and I am looking at what was stolen. First I pulled out a handgun,then a rifle. Then at the end of the vine there are two large garbage bags tied up. I am so excited to see what is hidden inside the bags. My husband is too. He walks over and tears one of the bags open. I don't know if I actually see with my eyes or know in my spirit that there are stacks of cash inside the bags.