Lava Wall Dream

On July 30, 2010, I had an intricate dream with words following, involving a wall of 'touchable' lava and smoke. I recorded it in my dream book and will copy it here now.


Lava flow, black smoke -- a wall of it. Someone died. Family wanted to take ashes to Hana. Not thinking of the smoke. Divers in garb rush past me to the water anyway. Surfers rush to the water. Someone convinces the son of the man lost not to go to Hana.

I woke up this morning to cane ash. Can't smell it inside. Saw an actor interviewed on Letterman last night talking about scattering his dad's ashes overseas. Could be related to my dream. But the different reactions to the wall of smoke draws me to the people in the dream. When the warning signs are there, some respond with caution; others with the thrill of danger. And rush in.

Then I got a vision of swimming through molten lava toward Papa. Forget hostile reactions. Just swim. Forget the intensity of the lava. Papa calls. Just swim. Others are drawn because they search. Invite them to join you. This is what it's all about. The miracles confirm the gospel.

We operate on a basis of belief or unbelief. Marriage works or doesn't because we choose to believe in it. Young or old, belief is the reason we stay. Believing in Papa's constant presence keeps me there. Because I stay, I see more and more. My visions are expanding. If I get off, I merely step back in and continue on. The swim is hot. Intense. And worth it. Papa is it.

Physical Therapy and me

On July 12, 2010, I began another physical therapy regime. I'll be going twice a week for a month. I've been twice to therapy and I am happy beyond words about what is happening to my body -- finally.

With a wide range of accidents since age 4, who knew about having physical therapy to get all the physical ducks in a row? Mostly my spine. I don't even know this new guy's name, but he's new to the islands. And he was not happy about the absence of physical therapy after all my accidents, and/or the really, really WRONG and MISTAKEN trainers and physical therapists of my past. I feel like Job, finally allowed to heal after all these years of physical trouble. The right person came along and is setting me straight. Thank you, Papa.

My PT's main focus is the spine. If that is lined up right, my organs, muscles, tendons and vascular system will be happy. It's not only knowing what's wrong, but how to fix it. For the first time ever, I know how to align my own spine. It is very basic and so simple that I am baffled that the trained helpers of my past had no clue about this. I'm very happy that Papa has given me this PT.

I have been prayed over a lot. I have done the training routines. The prayers were good. But where I needed to contribute to continued healing was so lacking. I knew something was wrong. I was given so much dumb advice (I tried every one too), but I just needed someone who was trained properly in this field to pass on what he knew. I'm healing now.

I see a parallel lesson in my life with spiritual training. I started well, ended up following my sister into a church where it would be grilled into me how powerful Papa's bible story is, but Holy Spirit was left out of everything I learned. He spoke to me the day I became His daughter. Papa speaking is ignored still today in this church. I left a few years later, thankful for the Word, and into Papa's mission field on earth. I can't help wonder if I had had the proper training (the right training was available but a mile from my church), what kind of believer I would be today. I struggle with wrong training, wrong evangelism training, people interaction training, all things I wish I could forget. I had no secret place to go, but now I do. I know what to do now because I have been retrained. Apparently, the Kingdom of God is bigger than I was previously taught :) Such power, mighty glorious power, fiery healing even from my hands, tongues of glory communing with Holy Spirit, praying with Him, fellowshipping in Papa's arms and at my dining table every day. All people precious to me, no matter how they fall. They are dear to Papa, Jesus and Holy Spirit. My love for them is unconditional because of Papa. I don't have to try to love. I do because I am with Them.

Proper training is a beautiful thing :)

Three Tree Point - a word

I've been getting words just before retiring at night. The last word was with this picture of an area called Three Tree Point in Burien, WA. The sea view is breathtaking and nearly perfect. Other areas that have sea views along the WA coast are not so perfect. There are power lines and rooftops; congested areas that block the beautiful Sound.

The image I got was of my eyes adjusting to this Three Tree Point view. It is the place I need to ground myself in order to see clearly what Papa has for me. It is the place of His Presence, no clutter or baggage obstructing His perfect will; what He is doing, which is always on time, every detail attended to.

In life, when things get in the way, I need to remember this visual; this perfect place, no matter what appears before me, because that is where I need to be in my spirit, where Holy Spirit is also, in order to handle rightly the daily things that cross my path. It's Philippians: Run the race set before me, keeping my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of my faith, who, for the glory set before Him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at Papa's right hand. I'm going to a place of unimaginable beauty. The vividness of that beautiful place needs to be present in the minutest details of my life here on earth.

Life Tools

I love life tools. Not just any life tools. There are many out there. But tools taught by people who are excellent mentors, who know how to do life, and miracles and healings follow them wherever they go. Papa confirms good teaching with miracles and healings. So this is the first life tool. Learn how to do life from mentors like these, and leave the other ones in the dust. It takes a lifetime to glean good stuff from good mentors. We have no time to waste on the others.

This page is dedicated to life tools.

Parental Units

My siblings and I are first generation believers. We had a great-great-grandfather, Abraham, who prayed for his family. I wonder if he knew his prayers would go far into the future? He had (according to my father), only one child who loved Papa. That would be Arlonzo, who has left a great legacy. But only one of his sons would follow Papa. That is Lloyd Maywood, who has an amazing legacy. Lloyd's brother is my grampa. My grampa left Papa, married and raised five carnal kids. My dad is one. But somehow, Papa saved me and most of my siblings to the loud protests of our parents. That generational curse indeed stops like magic with Jesus' blood covering on us.

Image of ladder hooks

I miss being part of a church family and was thinking how much time we wasted being in the wrong places the last 3 decades. Then I was doing laundry when I had an image of ladder hooks. I had climbed high on the ladder, faltered and fell, but instead of falling far, I landed on a lower hook and was grounded there. I fell a few more times, but always managed to get caught on another ladder hook. All at different heights.

Interpretation: Each church we belonged to benefited us in some way, infusing wisdom that we would need later on. We moved forward on our paths, to different fellowships as our lives moved geographically, and though nearly all the churches we attended pushed us away, we fell backward onto wisdom we gleaned from other churches, so we didn't fall far. We ended up learning important lessons, survived our testing, and grew spiritually just a little more. It seems we enter into a new fellowship, infuse and empower people, get treated like 'kill the messengers' and move on. The rungs keep us from falling. We love the rungs. They are Papa's truths that outlast silly people who stiffen their necks to Papa's revelations through His people. May the messengers always be caught on the rungs :)

Dreams and Words

A series of dreams and words came to me beginning before midnight last night. I wish I'd been ready to write them down. I usually have a pen and a dream journal at my bedside, but not this time. Rats :) I'll try to remember them today.

It could be that the dreams all fit together in one word, a lesson I'll need for later, or a warning.

The first was a word I received as I stumbled toward bed, being very sleepy. What was it?

When I got in bed, I had a feeling of weightlessness and total peace. Deep joy. Papa had come. He is pleased with me. He likes this new work; this website. Kewl. I rest with Him, tell Him how much I love Him. His voice is low and peaceful. He speaks to me reassurances of His love for me. That makes me happy. I wish I could remember the dialogue. I fell asleep.

I dreamt about blue sharks and then loan sharks. Something upsetting our finances and my husband deciding to take care of it on his own. I watch him walk toward folks who don't have our best interest in mind. Hmmm...

The next dreams are similar. Losing possessions. One dream was of losing a movie camera and the other dream of losing a digital camera. Each is left behind on a table.

I put all dreams of one night in one entry to sort them out. If I learn what they are, I can use the comment box to update them.