Dream of The Day

Dream of The Day

We all knew that the day would come but never really expected we’d be here to witness it. A deadly plague that wiped out many preceded the day leaving many in a state of mourning, seeking comfort, distraction and freedom from pain.

New hills were rising up from valleys while many mountains slipped into the heart of the seas. Our home was now on a steep mountain side with homes above us that were never there before. One wooden home seemed to be a place of peace while others nearby were nestled under black tarps to block out the remaining sunlight.

The day before the day was filled with chaos, as instructions were suddenly issued via public speakers that had quietly been installed during the previous plague. Most people were compliant and fearfully obeyed the orders.

However, some of us now understood that in preparation for that day, we’d already been watching and learning to hear the voice of the one crying out in the wilderness.

On that day, while riding the high speed elevator down the mountain, we knew that the option of escape was nonexistent as every aspect of life was now monitored.

CSL appeared and asked a nearby makeup artist to apply my makeup for a new music video, whose theme was filled with cryptic revelations based on the inner workings of The Tabernacle. The table, the Menorah and elements within escaped the notice of the powers that be so we were allowed to continue our cryptic, highly symbolic dance of life. It was interesting to note that although the sky had become darkening waves of grey clouds, the sky over our video was cerulean blue of a rich, warm hue.

There was nowhere to hide anymore so we continued our work, quietly and continually speaking in tongues, which the new system couldn’t fathom.

Meanwhile arrests began from private homes of those who refused to comply. Then came public executions which ushered in an age of fear, except for those who knew the Lamb that was slain.

Although many Jews complied and received the mark, those who’d previously been marked with the Tav ת met in secret to mourn over Jerusalem and quietly warn others to prepare to flee.

I saw the place that had been prepared for my remaining family and friends and although I initially went with them, A & A & I sometimes transported back to the living prison of the city in order to rescue whoever we could.

The cities had become just like a dream I had, with dangling computer parts and loose wires hanging from trees over the walkways of the enclaves of once thriving neighborhoods.

At every public execution, a voice from a loudspeaker above warned the dissenters in the forced audience that this would be their fate as well. We had just returned only to witness a follower of the Lamb that was slain, standing before his executioners while boldly and unapologetically proclaiming the Lamb. The process was fascinating because as Justin proclaimed the Lamb, a roaring of the Lion suddenly manifest, bringing terror and confusion to the enemies while bringing clarity and purpose to the ones who knew the new order was wrong but didn’t know of any alternative. And suddenly hope appeared as the roar of the Lion grew louder and stronger…

Upon awakening from a second dream, we were sitting on the floor of a cave full of light, eating a small meal together, fully content and at peace. The roaring of the Lion was continuously increasing. The authorities couldn’t find a solution for it and were becoming more ruthless as a paralyzing fear gripped what was left of their hearts. Eggshells became markers to places of light as the monitors couldn’t detect their trails.

And I remembered how a few nights ago Yeshua invited me to sit and watch with Him. I’d fallen asleep and only now recall that we were watching 

היום ההוא – that Day

And Jody’s rich legacy of healing oils lived on, widely distributed in the Land to those who had sown in tears but were now reaping with songs of joy!

28.6.25 / Isaiah 66