Dream of a Boat and Sacred Memories

Dream of a Boat and Sacred Memories

The map showed an area with a huge lake of deep waters. It was clearly in Canada. There was a boat on the water that was somehow hidden, even though it was in plain sight. Most people couldn’t see it, but when I saw it, I knew that I needed to enter that boat to check it out for the reason that I had come there. However, there seemed to be no easy way to get there.

The road to reach the boat on the lake was a square with rounded corners and one had to drive around the square first, then get on a small path that lead directly to the water. It was so direct that I almost drove the car into the water and had to stop suddenly. There was no dock nor pier so I waited at the water’s edge. There was a young, dark skinned woman on a rowboat who seemed to be the one to ferry people out to the larger boat.

At one point, an older man who was very well respected among the First Nations peoples, arrived with a contingency. When I saw him, I felt the L-rd say to tell him, “Greetings to you from Israel.” When I did, he looked at me like I was crazy, so I said it again and he quickly walked away.

While I was ferried out to the boat, the lights on it began to flicker and grow. While sitting at the keyboard for a time of worship on board, the older man kept returning to peek in, but he couldn’t fully enter in because some fear held him back. Somehow I knew that he knew he needed deliverance but he was reluctant to go through the process to lose his status as a leader in order to find his King. Then I awoke.

2.7.24 early morning so it was still July 1 in Canada, which is Canada Day!


During the a Indigenous Call they spoke of Jeremiah 9:17

This is what the L-rd of Armies says:
“Consider and call for the mourning women קונן , that they may come; And send for the skillful women חכם, that they may come!”

The Hebrew word for travail is קונן לְקוֹנֵן and it refers to mourning.

Also the Hebrew doesn’t say “skillful women” but חכם – wise ones – who know how to mourn, sing a dirge קונן but are wise enough to not get paralyzed by what’s coming and complain,
but instead be able to return to joy even during the heartbreaks.

During Communion when Chief Kenny gave thanks for the “second chance” I immediately thought of the Pesach Sheni, the Second Passover that I was told to gather believers to celebrate in Jerusalem in May. It’s a Feast of “second chances”.

And when he prayed about “sacred memories” I was reminded of all the Leviticus 23 Feasts of Adonai, which hold sacred memories for the Jewish people, mainly remembering the time that Adonai brought us out of Egypt, out of slavery into freedom in the Land He promised us. But we weren’t חכמים – wise ones – who understood what He was doing and saying. Now I more fully grasp the meaning of the sacred assembly to rekindle those sacred memories and I see how it ties into the dream I awoke from just before the Indigenous Call.