An Interpreted Dream

An Interpreted Dream

When Dreamer’s Dream an Answered Prayer~

I had a dream the night of March 14, 2011. These types of dreams come everyone once and a while and I have decided since the Holy Spirit has brought it parts of them back to my remembrance I must take heed and write it down.

My mother was very inspirational to me. She is the source and drive behind the many things that I do. She is my inspiration in many different ways. When I see other family members, they remind me how much I am like her in her adult years; that I consider a privilege.

I use to pray that my mother’s anointing operate in my life. I want to write the ending chapters to the book that she started. I want to stretch and strengthen her legacy. She was a powerful woman of God that affected many lives in her time. When I travel, they know her name and recognize her face when they see me. They expect me to deliver with the impact that she had, I guess you can say I have a lot to live up to and I have huge shoes to fill.

A Dreamer’s Dream -

This morning I woke up feeling a little strange trying to interpret a dream that I had last night: God made it clear what these dreams mean when I dream about my mother. Every dream has something is common. The dreams come with a spirit and a sense that I am still here and I discovered while her spirit is with me so strong because I am keeping her with me. Even though she is with God I feel like God grant me the opportunity to see her in spirit.

When I dream, I feel as is the only part of me that can be in the dream is my spirit. Based on how the dream is be it bad or good, at some time I have to come back to life. My flesh has to wake up. I can’t remain there. So, when I dream about my mother I feel like my father, in Heaven, has granted me access to sit and speak spirit to spirit with my mother.

My last dream, prior to this one, left me with a sense that my mother is not dead and that she is yet alive in the natural but in a sense. That she is somewhere where she can’t be found but she knows where I am. She was alive and well. Literally, the sickness that she went through here on earth had no effect on her present circumstance and she was with Jesus, like Jesus and made whole.

After that dream I felt like she did me wrong. I woke up feeling like, why did she leave us? Why did she visit me and not tell me where she was. The only thing she said about her wellbeing was that she was okay. I felt this way because the dream was so realistic it’s like she had been with me and then disappeared out of nowhere. It’s like she died but not really even though God showed me the process.

The dream started out as me witnessing her resurrection and her walking “in the flesh” as who she is. As if she had never died and as if she had never been buried… I can honestly see how Moses felt when writing the book of Genesis being that he wasn’t there but received clear insight being word for word from God on what took place. How he wrote about Adam and Eve as he if knew them personally. What clear knowing and vision that God had spoken to him about these things taken place and where able to write them down and those making it plan to be the foundation, beginning and end and the entire message of Gods purpose for human life.

I had questions. But it wasn’t until this morning after this dream in which I understood. I understood that the prayers that I once prayed are now being answered. Through the process of my dreaming, God always sends forth the interpretation and he reveals to me the meaning. Maybe not in an instance but in part: Just like we prophesy in part. My prophetic dreams come forth in part, all to be made sense in its time of fulfillment. So, the last dream that I had was roughly about a year ago. But, now this dream has come I understand the last one and that she never left me.

In my last dream, there were many different scenes. You know how it is sometimes when dreaming; you go to one place to another without it making any sense. I have many déjà vu experiences. My life consist of them at least one every month. In my déjà vu experiences they are my manifestation of scenes of my dream. With the gifts of dreams and interpretation, I have learned to write my dreams down. As I live, and see it come to past for myself and for others, I know that the moments were supposed to happen.

This is what I have come to realize about dreaming. When someone dreams a dream, they have no control over how it starts, what happens and how it ends. Often times, they wish they could just wake up and save themselves while sometimes they wish that they could stay there and keep dreaming with the “why did you wake me up?” experiences. Often times one wake up wondering, what in the world did that mean? Or they have a clear understanding of what it meant.

What I have discovered about the way that I dream is that is a spiritual gift. Every dream I dreamt has a meaning. Not one dream is mediocre or carries no vision. They are all prophetic or they come to edify or to build up. They speak to my future or tell me something about the future of someone else, in part. So when the events from my dream happen in the natural it is my déjà vu experience and I know that whatever the experience was it was supposed to happen and if I could recall the next scene of my dream, I know what to look for next.

I can honestly say I have lived out an entire dream. I have dreamt all in one dream of having money and how I was going to get it (a scene), then someone being sicken with cancer to the point of death and not dying (another scene). Then living out the dream, witnessing the déjà vu of my life only to see what God will give me about somebody else. How real it would become to them and should I tell them or not. Everyone can’t receive a piece of their destiny. Everyone can’t handle the truth.

Sometimes when the déjà vu of my life takes place, I am overwhelmed. It’s like looking at That’s So Raven, when she sees a vision of what’s to come but she tries to fix it before it takes place but no matter what she does, it happens just like she envisioned. Well, the moment of shock that the TV show shows when sees a vision is kind of how I feel when the déjà vu happens. It’s a manifested vision that has me in daze as if I have been here before. But I was there first, in spirit and my natural experience has already caught up with what happen has been foretold in the spiritual ram. POWERFUL!

So back to my mother, now that I have taken a side trail of my dreaming experiences, hopefully one can better have insight on this dream.

I said that God revealed that she has always been with me. So, this dream last night would have led me to be frightened if I didn’t know who I was in the spirit. Since I can interpret this dream, I have no need to be afraid.

My mother came to me fragile as if she was living but ill. In the natural sense I woke up thinking this is how she would be if she was living to day with the illness that she bore. Unable able to stand on her own, she needed my assistance. In my dream, it was me and her and no one else. I was the only one that was there to hold her up.

We conversed. She was being a mother to me. She told me that she was here and that she never left me and she said every time I call her name and begin to speak that she hears me. As she continued to talk to me, I had to bare her up. This dream lasted all night. Through interruption and me waking up I was able to go back to sleep and pick up where we left off. It lasted for hours.

My spirit was restless and God begin to speak to me. I asked Him why he presented her to me as if she was sick and frail when the last time I seen her she was made whole. God revealed that I can’t look at this as if this would be here natural state. My prayers had been to Him a long time ago, that I can my mother’s anointing combined with the assignment that he had given “TaWana.” For me, I felt like she was robbed. That sickness robbed her and the inability of the doubting saints, saying that the sickness was not unto death in their hearts had already planned her funeral hope her to her grave. Call it what you want to call it but there are many doubtful Christians. Everyone that calls themselves a Christian is not a Believer. I knew my mother was a believer then there came a point of time where she was tired of being sick: when she would rather be with Jesus than to suffer here on earth. I was there when her fight to live had ended. She told me she was tired and didn’t want to kiss us good bye because she didn’t want us to experience her illness. Little did I know that Thanksgiving Day, would be the most memorable day of my entire life.

So, I said her work was unfinished and I prayed to God that if he could see fit for me to carry out her legacy, so be it. Not knowing what I was praying for.

My mother paid a price. I soon learn that God immediately heard me. Not only did God hear me but the enemy heard me as well and he knew that God received my prayers. The first signed that God heard me was an attack of the enemy. The same sickness that my mother fought came upon me. The signs of this sickness came shortly after I took my prayers to God seriously about the anointing and the assignment upon my mother’s life. Now 15 years later after my mother passing, it was in 2007 when I begin to take ill.

This was real to me. It was something that I thought I couldn’t shake. I would miss days from work because of an illness that was undefined. At one point of time, I literally thought that I was going to die. Coughing up mucus and blood for no reason: Lungs being attacked out of nowhere; Chest pains that cause me to stop eating. I knew that this was a spiritual battle.

My last fight with this spirit was the passing of my grandmother, Mae Helen Waters-Frater in March of 2009 leading up to the day of her funeral. Over this 2 year period God had now placed in my life a spiritual father that did not put up with demonic forces, Apostle Lionel Childress. On the day of her funeral, I had more problems with my lungs that I had ever experience in my life. Little did I know that this would be the last time that I would had to deal with this spirit. I was due to sing a song that my grandmother love hearing me sing but I did not have the ability. So, I could only sing “I love Jesus, He is my Savior, When Storm of Raging he is my shelter… Where he leads me… I will follow…I love Jesus and He loves me…” but right before that time, I almost choked with mucus out of nowhere. It almost strangled me. I didn’t even know that daddy Childress had arrived and he laid his hands on my back and when I realize who it was I didn’t even stop to think spiritually about what all this meant until right now.

From that time right at almost 2 years ago from this month, I have not been sick. PRAISE GOD! I have not had any attacks dealing with that spirit of sickness that she bore. Realizing the time frame and now this dream, my God, now I can see why the time. The force that drove my mother to her grave at the age of 32 has been conquered. I remember conversations with pass co-workers about how my mother had the same sickness and died. There I was in my late 20s praying to God that by 32, I wouldn’t be a vegetable with any ending chapters of my life legacy. My mother had not always been sick; it was in here late 20s when she starts having episodes of Pneumonia that lead to her death.

So, here now, made whole. Why is she coming to me fragile in a dream? God said it’s spiritual. Being that, he heard my prayers now I have to hold up the spiritual side of the bargain. There is another ram that I must go to in order to fulfill both her and my destiny. She was coming to me simply saying that I have to hold her up. I have to have her in my spirit in every song that I sing and in everything that I do.

See TaWana is quiet & shy in a sense when it comes to singing. She closes her eyes when she sings. Even though she has the ability to reach and move the crowd sometimes her confidence level it not at its peak. But Barlette has a confidence level that imaginable. Being nervous was not a part of who she was. She knew every time that she open up her mouth that God was going to speak. She knew that He could depend on her to say what the spirit is saying. In her time, they knew her name not only by her voice but by her ability to bring Gods presence on the scene.

So, He said to me “hold her up”. Don’t let her spirit be fragile. She was not a fragile person. So, her appearing in a fragile state was heartfelt to me. It became revelatory in seeing her in that condition; he said that is the spiritual condition when I am manifesting myself and you cut me off because of a lack of confidence or being afraid. If it is a heartfelt thing for her to live through you, you must hold her up.

When I hold her up; she can truly Rest In Peace.

I know that this is somewhat deep and personal but, it apart of my life manifestation. This is the lifestyle and dream of a dreamer. The experiences life challenges are real and are not taken likely.

Until my next writing experience….

“I Love you mommy! Now that I know that you are really with me I have an endless sense of comfort and it feels good!”

Peace, Love & Stilettos!!

TaWana S.