Dream of Caves
When the enemy came into the camp, a young woman with long, blond hair had a place prepared that was very difficult to access. One had to swing by a small rope off a steep cliff down into a cave that was under an outcropped plank of rocks. She had a pot for drinking water and another pot for waste. Food would appear in the cave as sometimes she had to stay there for several days. One day when she came up, the camp was full of a beautiful new group of followers of the Way and we lived in Peace for a season.
When news came that the enemy was approaching, the young woman was assigned to watch over two older women who were to be guarded at all costs as they were the memory keepers.
They stayed in a very comfortable cave with white linen sheets, but it was near the entrance of the camp. As the sound of the enemy grew, she quickly moved the two older women to a cave under the ground and hid there for several days.
When it was safe to come out, they found that the camp was not attacked, but now a new danger appeared. So she was assigned to carry the compost waste away from the camp.
Suddenly I was this young woman! As I gathered up the compost, I found a pair of binoculars in a little case. I quietly thanked whoever included them in the bag and slung the strap over my side, then ran across a plain toward a large event hall outside Jerusalem.
Before entering, I was able to mask the strong odor of the many onion peels cut for food and medicine. There was nowhere to bury them inside so I crossed to the back garden where a bachelor’s party was being held the night before a wedding. Since I knew most of the people, I stayed to celebrate with them.
The next day I heard that Paul had lived in this area, according to an archaeological site and this was the perfect place to leave the compost behind.
The next day upon entering a university, an alarm sounded, calling for all to stand perfectly still so we could be scanned. Fortunately, there were metal rooms in the building that the authorities didn’t know about, so several of us ducked in there to wait until the raid was over. Then we came out and blended in with other students.
Outside on campus, an intimidating warrior on a tall horse confronted a handsome dark haired student who also rode a horse. The warrior struck his head, knocking him unconscious, and dragged his body behind a huge TV screen. When he switched off all overhead lights, he turned on the TV which featured a show of rejoicing in Israel. But it was apparent that the rejoicing was contrived as most were in mourning in preparation for what I heard was the coming outpouring of Truth that was ready to be revealed.
Next, I was given a stack of documents to deliver to an Arab village. Suddenly the young woman with long blonde hair replaced me, her hair now dyed black, and she wore glasses and a hijab. There she stayed for many days, gathering intel on upcoming attacks from both enemies – the government and the rebels within.
After writing down this dream, I had the impression that these are the type of women who are coming to Bat Zion, those who don’t believe they can do much in the coming days, but they will be ones who do mighty exploits as the Truth is made ready to be revealed…
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