Wars in the Stars Dream
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Wars in the Stars Dream
Dreamed on the morning of May 4th, 2018. When the dream began I was walking in a mall. The Holy Spirit whispered for me to follow and took me to a movie theater in the mall. He said, “I have something to show you. It will illustrate issues within the Kingdom that are problems for many of its spiritual leaders which keep them weak and inefficient in their service.”
After I went inside I don’t remember buying a ticket. Suddenly I was just watching a scene that occurred in a plush lounge area of a space station. Two older gentlemen were talking together. I immediately recognized the actor who was sitting in front of a picture window that had a beautiful space panorama of stars and a colored miasma like northern lights except it was a glowing twinkling swirling mixture of pinks, purples and maroons.
The actor was John Rhys-Davies and he was dressed in luxurious clothes representative of a barbarian king. While most of his garb was of fine wool and silk, he also wore a sleeveless leather tunic of course dark fur, decorated with animal claws, as an over-tunic, over his gray silk, ruffled collar, shirt. The leather, course-haired tunic, was open at the neck, in a wide v, and loosely laced with a leather thong. The kings of his country were the only people who wore the course garment, which looked out of place when worn in combination with his other finely crafted attire.
He was sitting, sipping a cup of tea. His character thanked the other man, a middle aged black dignitary, who was standing on the other side of the coffee table. The king was thanking the ambassador for inviting him to Star Command Space station, and offering his planet forgiveness, for having formed an alliance with an alien species that pretended to have good intentions but ended up forcing them to be embroiled in a galactic rebellion.
The black actor, who had been referred to as Pelos, was someone I had remembered seeing in a science fiction movie. I didn’t know the actor’s name. I went onto the internet and searched for black sci fi actors. Of course, dozens of pictures came up and I was about to give up scrolling when I saw the actor from the dream. The actor was Idras Elba! He was younger and wearing modern clothes in the picture, which contrasted with the way the make-up personnel had outfitted him. Elba was costumed in a white toga that resembled the style favored by ancient Greek politicians as portrayed in many contemporary movies and television shows. His toga was clasped at the waist by a spiraled metallic golden rope. Elba’s garment had a red and gold sash that draped diagonally around the toga’s left shoulder down and around his right side. A silver and black emblem that resembled the Ace of Spades symbol, on a deck of playing cards, superimposed over a field of stars, was embossed on the right breast of his toga. White hair graced his sideburns and van dyke.
The stygian complexioned actor was standing, rather than sitting, in front of the table, where the actor played by John Rhys-Davies was seated. The tables and chairs were designed in a futuristic silver and glass design, gilded artfully with pure gold. The white marble and silvery glass reminded me of the word Chryselephantine, except that the furniture was of ordinary size. A few tan urns with exotic yellow flowers that filled the room with a delicate aroma of oranges and cinnamon, complemented the small enclosed lounge area. While the two gentlemen appeared to be alone within the confines of the small room a brace of security personnel, dressed in black leather, like ninjas, stood at attention outside, but clearly visible through the panes of glass.
The actor John Rhys-Davies gestured with his hand towards the Star Command ambassador and said, “When we were young we were the best of friends. Your parents and my parents were stationed at the embassy on Kyros Five. Your father, Pelos, like you are now, was an ambassador, and my parents were the representatives from the Noble house of Varensia. Back then life was wild and free. I was only interested in finding adventures and exploring the ruined ancient city, not far from the base station. I always knew that I would be given a post, because I am of royal blood, but I never imagined to be rewarded with the throne.”
Pelos smiled a wan shame-faced grin, “Ahh, don’t forget the wild nights partaking in the wine, women, and song of the various station cantinas, Aza. Excuse me, King Ahzadween.”
Ahzadween waved his hand dismissively, “You were my best friend in the days of our youth until time and circumstance parted us. You will always be Pelos and I will always simply be Ahzadween, the wealthy noble’s son who constantly dared and tempted you to join me in foolishness and mischief. Those were the days my friend.”
Pelos picked up an electronic device from the table as he smiled, “Indeed my old friend Aza, those were the days.” The tubular device was silver and hummed faintly when Pelos retrieved it from the table. The device resembled an old-fashioned scroll, as it unrolled smoothly like a precision instrument. While the exterior of the device was quicksilver in nature and appearance, the inner confines of the unit, when it scrolled open horizontally, in the hands of the ambassador, was the color of aged ivory, except for the monitor face which was creamed lilac in hue. The device had the ability to hover firmly in place as the user operated it.
Pelos brushed his finely ringed finger in short, quick motions like one would use while operating a touch screen computer.
“You mentioned Aza, that time and circumstance separated us. Interesting way to phrase that, Aza.”
Aza carefully placed his tea cup, which emitted a click and chimed faintly, like fine crystal, as it connected with the table’s surface. He looked away, sadness momentarily replacing his happy countenance, and sighed, “I did torment you, Pelos, way too much about the religion of your family. You served the ancient one, the creator God. Our small g gods were young and foolish and winked at our recklessness. He was ancient and seemingly stern, but kind and wise and fair. I mocked you for your devotion to Him, secretly envied the strong character it had molded into you and provoked you to revel in indiscretion whenever possible. Now I am indeed, dear friend, sorry for that.”
King Ahzadween absently rubbed the course brown fur of his sleeveless tunic, before continuing. “During the long journey that transpired before I became king, would you believe, I tired of the games of the common small g gods. I too dedicated my life to the service of the one you serve. Not long after that, I was asked to be king, and went alone on the ritual hunt to slay the great and dreaded mountain cat, the Droluk, with its steely claws, and long fangs, to test my worthiness to be king of my people.”
Pelos lifted his hands from the power scroll, beamed in joyous amazement and exclaimed, “Creator be Praised, Aza! I did not know that! That is wonderful news, my friend!”
King Ahzadween smiled wanly, “Indeed it is, dearest Pelos, and yet for all of that I fell for the evil deception of the Nordic-Draconian Rebellion.”
“Unfortunate,” offered Ambassador Pelos, “But that, too, has now been rectified, and if you follow through with your plans to renounce the Nordic-Draconian Alliance, all will be forgiven, for you and your people.”
“I am sorry Pelos; when I invited them to our embassy for talks, we had not seen the evil they had wrought throughout the galaxy. The Draconians with their cold lizard-like aloofness and icy stares we tolerated, but the Nordics were a strong, handsome, fair-haired people of diplomacy and genteel manners, who seemed the epitome of benevolence and wisdom. Their women were tall, slender, and exquisitely beautiful, angelic beings, far beyond the fairest of women among my people, charming, great conversationalists and skilled at intrigue and erotic seduction.”
“One of the reasons,” announced Pelos, “I invited you through official embassy channels, Aza, was because I had assumed that you had been deceived. I had hoped to give you pardon, at least for a chance to remain neutral in the conflict. My true hope was that you would ally with Star Command instead of the Alliance. For all of your deviltry of youth, Aza, even then I could see that you were also of noble character. Yes, you could at times be stubbornly proud or overly focused on yourself, but you were unusually kind, honorable, and skirted the line, but you were never drawn to evil, just carnal indulgence and anything mysterious. Even then I had hopes that Creator would draw you into His bosom.”
King Ahzadween collected his tea again and nodded briefly. He intoned, “It shall be done. I will sign the paperwork when you are ready and make it official, then emboss the seal with my King’s Ring.”
Make it so,” continued Ambassador Pelos in formal delegate’s jargon. Pelos then flicked his finger along the horizontal screen of his power scroll once more, and added, “The other reason that I called you here Aza, is more personal. Creator talked to me in a night vision recently. I recorded the event into my power scroll. I will read it to you.
‘Pelos, my servant, I have chosen to visit you to share my heart with you this night. While you have ever sought to honor My laws, in service to Me and as a leader within the government of Star Command, you have lost your first love. Repent and return to Me. You must also seek out your childhood friend Aza. As you know, from your knowledge at court, as an ambassador, I enthroned him several years ago as king of his country. You must warn him, for His sake, and the sake of his people, that they have been deceived by the Nordic-Draconian Alliance. The Nordics and Draconians, are and always have been, and always shall be, allied with the fallen ones and are My sworn enemies. Even though King Ahzadween is not a member of the royal priesthood of my people, he is a chosen servant.
It is time for you to make peace with him and work together for my Kingdom. It is also a time for discernment. Not all who say they serve me belong to Me. I am not forbidding you to convert those who do not serve Me, but you must not make an alliance with them, especially if they follow rituals and practices that are far from My heart and written instructions.
Remember Pelos, my beloved child, the battle is mine. I AM. I have always been. I always shall be. You must serve as my faithful witness, my darling Pelos, before humans, creatures, and celestials. Do not fear! Serve Me with a pure and devoted heart. These things, and the fact that I have redeemed you, are necessary to be worthy to be my servant-soldier-priest in the coming cosmic battle!’”
The movie continued, but I don’t remember any of it except for hazy snippets and brief flashbacks that make little sense. I have a feeling that it was like a cross between Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. Mostly I remember, following the scene where Pelos and Ahzadween rekindled their friendship, merely joining the throng of movie-goers who were exiting the theatre.
I came out behind two teenage girls who were animatedly talking about the movie and were on their way to visit a store that sold souvenirs for the movies that were playing. I followed them not too far around the hallway to an area that had kiosks and shelving unit niches that displayed the movie memorabilia items. I had heard one of the girls mention the only scene from the movie that I remember. She said that the scene where Ambassador Pelos was reading to King Ahzadween, was allegedly printed on a t-shirt that was for sale in the mall.
Just then the other girl squealed and pointed at a table that had toys and models of the different actors, space ships, and aliens. I spotted the t-shirt rack, which was in a wall niche, and dashed over to it. I had wanted to buy the souvenir shirt as an object lesson piece and use it to illustrate the teaching I was going to write. Unfortunately, that t-shirt was sold out. I wondered if there was a book or other item in the store that would suffice, but I woke up as I was wondering where I could find another item to use as my object lesson.
I think there were basically five things Jesus was showing me in this dream.
- We need to seek Jesus to see if we are really giving Him the love and devotion He expects and deserves.
- We need to seek Jesus for what is going on behind the scenes and ask Him to give us clarity, because the reality just doesn’t make sense.
- We need more discernment on who our brothers and sisters are so that we don’t confuse them with the vessels of the Enemy.
- We need to make amends with our brothers and sisters and learn to work together in these last days. The demons have worked overtime to infiltrate our gatherings and plant false doctrine and splinter us into competitive factions, that have weakened us, and the efficiency of our service, to Jesus and his Kingdom. That said, we must make sure not to make alliances, in the typical ecumenical manner, where we unite with everyone from Snake charmers, to New Age gurus, and False Christian Leaders, and various occultists who are attempting to form the One World Religion.
- We must be ready to preach the gospel to any present who may hear, no matter who they are or who they serve, not necessarily for salvation, but as a witness to all, human or non-human, or partially human, that Jesus is Lord of lords and Kings of kings eternally.