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NuPsalm© A Note to Our Guests: The Dreams and Visions that are posted, are typed as closely as possible to what i saw and heard. Most of the time, i am left with very little, if any, understanding or interpretation at the time that the vision is received, some times it comes much later; some i still do not understand. i am making these visions public now as Our Father is calling us into His Oneness, and many times over, i have seen that different pieces of the same puzzle are given to many in the Hope that we will meet in His Presence, where He Alone will Reveal Himself.  j                                      NuPsalm © 1991-2010  

God is the Light in which I see

2009 10 29 Vision: This morning as I pondered the way that I see this world I closed my eyes and began repeating, “God is the Light in which I see.” silently to myself. As I did this I began to see different situations and individuals in a way that I had not seen them before. I saw a friend of ours, who in this world is suffering from M.S., turn and walk away from us, laughing, with straightened legs and hips. I saw a lady that is 90 years old turn into a beautiful young woman. I saw a friend that is very heavy become slender.I saw Ross and I healthy, slender and young as we looked when we first married.I saw my mother coming toward me; we joined hands, as in unity of the spirit, and we skipped down a path across the top of a hill, holding hands as we appeared to transform into children.I saw a dear friend come to me out of the light. We embraced and became one.

If this is what it means to ‘see’ in God’s Light, I want nothing more.

Be Ye Transformed

2009 10 24 Vision:  Last night and this morning I saw the same quick vision of what appeared to be a cemetery with rows of identical white, vertical headstones with a white dove flying up out of each grave.

I had been told years back, that what the church referred to as the ‘rapture’ would never occur, but that individuals were being transformed into His Image as they came into enlightenment but those that had not been enlightened were not aware of this happening. And no I don’t completely understand what this means.    CONTINUE…

ORCHESTRA

2009 07 12 Dream: I saw a full orchestra being led by a conductor. There were three or four players of each instrument seated together in their proper arrangement. Each had his or her music in front of them on a stand. All were dressed in formal attire, black suit or dress, with black tie and white shirt for men.   CONTINUE…

“We the People”

2009 03 20 Vision: I woke up at around 5:30 this morning as I was shown a white, ball point pen. It was so white that it looked like porcelain. On the pen horizontally, were written the first few sentences of the preamble to the constitution, “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union…” Written around the end of the pen was the word ‘margin’. CONTINUE…

I Choose Life

2009 03 11 His Soft Whispers: All around me all that I hear is gloom and doom prophecies, I’ve even had some dreams that appear to be of earthly destruction but what about The Grace of Almighty God? What about His Love and Mercy?    CONTINUE…

Michael Has Moved

2009 03 04 Mannah: This morning, as I came into the office I noticed a very strange thing.

I have a ceramic figure on my desk, on top of my computer, which once belonged to Ross’ mother. It is about eight inches tall and it depicts the Arch Angel Michael with his sword drawn, stepping on the head of a depiction of satan. The figure stands to the back of the computer beside my clock and Linksys, behind a Christmas ornament of two rabbits kissing, given to us by our daughter, Audra, a stuffed squirrel, and two three inch long stuffed puppies from McDonalds, one is solid black and the other one is brown, tan and white and is a little fatter than the black one. (I’ve always told Ross that he was the little black one and I was the fat brown, tan and white one.)

When I came into the office this morning the figure of Michael was all the way to the front and the little brown puppy, which always sat in front of the figure was on my desk upside down beside my mouse. Nothing else on top of the computer had moved, just the figure of Michael, which had moved all the way to the front and knocked the puppy off.

Gorilla in Hay Wagon

2009 03 04 Vision: As I woke up this morning I had a quick vision in which I was inside a barn looking at the side of an old wooden hay wagon. To my right side, there is a large square opening in the barn where the light of day is coming in; there doesn’t appear to be any doors, just this large open section. As I am standing in the shadows of the barn, (there is a post to my left, indicating that there is another story above me) I am looking toward the wagon, which is approximately thirty feet from me, a large black gorilla runs in from the right, through the opening and climbs into the rear of the wagon and covers himself completely with hay. As the gorilla lays face down in the wagon under the hay, he was completely hidden.

The Vision ended. I asked The Lord to show me this again and please show me more detail. The vision continued where it left off.

Two men came in from the left side of the barn out of the darkness, and approached the front of the wagon. I recognized them to be high ranking Russian Officials; the word ‘Czar’ came into my mind. The one closest to me was wearing a long black trench coat, belted, very neat and proper, with black pants and black shiny shoes. He had some type of hat on his head that is very hard to describe; it was four or five inches tall, round, but flat on top and looked like it was wrapped around with strips of black material. The man on the other side of him seemed to be dressed in a similar manner but his coat and hat were tan.

Strangely, I identified these men as being Russian but the conversation that I was hearing I thought was Chinese or Japanese. They both were carrying black sticks or canes with which they were slapping the side of the wagon and poking around in the straw as if they knew that the gorilla was hiding there but they were looking around the front part of the wagon and the gorilla was hidden in the rear safely covered in the straw. The men never went past the front of the wagon and never found the gorilla even though they searched diligently all across the front part of the wagon. They were speaking very loudly and anxiously, as if very frustrated, because they had been sure that they would find the gorilla but they did not.

The vision ended. I asked The Lord to show me more but that was all that I was shown, for now.

Biplane

2009 02 27 Vision: I was riding in the back seat, behind the pilot of a World War I biplane. We were flying over a valley in a mountainous area. The mountains were green with foliage. In the valley, between the mountains I could see a dirt road or path. Which the pilot seemed to be following. At the beginning of the vision I heard bombs dropping but I didn’t see anything hitting the ground, but by the end of the dream we seemed to be just flying for observation.

I could hear the sounds of the plane through the entire vision but I only felt a slight breeze from the wind hitting my face which I felt was very strange as I thought the pressure from the wind would be overpowering. 

The scene changed abruptly and the plane landed on a dirt track of some kind. The vision ended.

Another Plane

2009 02 23 Dream: I saw a huge plane with the back open, the kind that carries the men and ground equipment into the war zone. I could not see inside, it was dark. There was a silhouette of a man standing at the tail.

The scene changed and I saw two huge silver cylinders coming together with great force, attaching, one end inside the other, turning slightly, and becoming sealed to each other. I was only allowed to see the portion that was being joined so I don’t know what it was, just two huge pieces of machinery. As the two pieces came together, they made this extremely loud sound, that I can’t describe, almost like a car crash without the tires squealing, and then this loud vacuum sound as the two pieces sealed together. As the pieces sealed I heard men cheering in the back ground, as if this had been some long awaited accomplishment.

Then I saw the plane again. On the right side of the plane, a saw a young man dressed in a shiny silver jacket and cap, silver pants and shoes. There was a fine red stripe around the bill of his hat and down the front of his jacket, there could have been a red stripe down the side of his pants but I’m not sure. He came from the front of the plane around toward the rear, where he stopped and looked around the plane, very cautiously as if he were looking for someone to be there, but he didn’t see anyone. He had a clipboard in his hand and began to write as if he were inspecting the plane. On his clipboard he had a list of three instructions that I could not read, I could only see the type numbered 1.2.3. The first instruction was only a sentence and a half long, the second was about five lines long and the third about three lines. I know this had great significance but I was unable to read it. I don’t know if the instructions were to do with the plane itself or the mission.

King

2009 02 04 Vision: I woke up at 2:01am to see a king on a white horse, dressed in white, with a white beard and white hair. In his right hand was a very fancy silver trident (horseshoe shaped, with the middle prong longer than the outside two). The king was on a cliff looking over a valley below when the words of Creative Power appeared in the sky over the valley. He waved his trident over the words and they became highlighted (as if you had run your computer mouse over them in an attempt to copy and paste them). The words then turned into an army of horsemen. The vision ended. I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 3:31am and saw the king on the cliff again. This time he waved his trident over his army and they became white, as white as He was, standing ready for battle. The vision ended and I went back to sleep.

I woke up again at 5:32am. The king again waved his trident over his army and they began shouting the cries of battle, each one having his own trident and holding it high in the air. The visions ended.