I second guessed myself a great deal whether I should even commit this post to the web. While walking up to fetch my son from Preschool it engrossed my thoughts to such an extent that it turned out to be only course of action. Perhaps in getting it all out this way it could finally be released from my mind and cease it’s nagging at me.
It must first be known that while I usually and regularly have very vivid dreams that doesn’t mean that I put that much stock in them. To me they are simply the unconscious mind cleaning our or filing away memories, feelings and other random stuff that gets filed away in the incredible vastness of the brain’s memory.
Last night was one such night, there was a whole scene of interacting with two sisters that had been my closest friends for over 6 years. That was when I was still a Witness and without going into the collapse of the friendship I got to see these sisters again and be reminded of the things I did not like. This time though I told them without hesitation what I thought and walked away, so I would assume the dream was just a way for me to find a resolution and a confirmation of my feelings and with that said and done it could be filed away in the memories oblivion to never be retrieved again.
The next part of my dream is the part that was bothering me. To explain it briefly I was walking home and I got a bit lost and instead of coming out a street I recognised, instead I was faced with a completely different vista. Street corners taken over by massive statues of demons. Every building adorned with a huge statue, portrait or pennant of a demon. I stood around gazing at this is perplexity until the tiny shards of fear congealed into a mass of cold metal in my stomach because marching all over those streets were groups of demons arresting people. They were all apparently women adorned with beautiful golden helmets that reached down the sides of their faces. As I tried to disappear into a side street one spotted me and grabbed me up, I of course struggled but her superior strength was no match for me. I started shouting what I had also shouted in my head when I had had bad dreams ‘Jehovah’ like some kind of magic charm. I said it over and over and she balked, her eyes glazing over to white, then she was back angrier than ever. “Your rite is dirty, it will not work” I shook, but said confidently. “It may be dirty, but it still stands”. She then threw me on the ground where a car was a seconds away from driving over the exact same spot. I was then getting up off the tar road and walked to the pavement with some vague realisation that I must have died.
With this I woke up and spent several seconds sifting through my mind to remember what was real and what was gain my vivid imagination. How can I explain the strangeness? The ingrained belief that chanting ‘Jehovah’ will save me is at least something I can grasp, I had done that since a young child. Even though the Witnesses will probably say chanting the name doesn’t work like that they still preach that Jehovah’s name is a strong tower and into it the righteous one runs. The golden helmets because of shine caught my attention and with some Google searching found something that could illustrate how it looked. Heimdall’s helmet was unfortunately the closest I could find.
The rest though…is anyone’s guess.
We Chose Freedom 
It has taken a long while for me to begin understanding the depth of wickedness in the organization, and this progressive understanding seems to have no end. When we leave the Watchtower pit of darkness, persecution not only manifests itself visibly, but if we have the desire to know truth about God and Christ, it can also manifest itself in ways we could never imagine; a test of our faith that Satan demands we face. Luke 22:31 Why, though. Gen 3:15 outlines the conflict between Satan and his seed, and those who seek God’s Spirit through Christ. Eph 6:12
If you haven’t researched the meaning behind “Jehovah” (mischief, ruin), check this out. The God of the Watchtower is not the God of Moses (“He causes to become”).
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“Calling on the name of God” – http://4womaninthewilderness.blogspot.com/2014/02/calling-on-name-of-god.html
The thought of these ‘women’ in your dream with such helmets as you picture, brings to mind that there are two “woman”/covenants/promises spoken of in the bible that reflect either life or death. Prov 5:3-5;8,9; Gal 4:24-26; Isa 3:12; 28:15
“Two, Ten, Heaven and Earth, Light and Darkness” – womaninthewilderness.blogspot.com/2013/04/good-morning-sister-d-thank-you-for-all.html
Horns represent kings Rev 17:12; Dan 7:8,24. These kings are the Chosen ones, (1 Pet 2:5,9; Rev 1:6; 5:10) who either enter the covenant of death, by remain in Satan’s clutches, or surrender to Christ, their true Master. Each anointed king will represent his or her covenant; those in the organization who accept their teachings are included under this covenant of death. Rev 18:4
In Revelation, the beast coming from the earth has “two horns like a lamb”. Rev 13:11 This beast is the false prophet/harlot who gives power and authority to the Wild beast “image” (elders, representing the organizational image, Rev 13:1)
The false prophet beast deceitfully represents truth (“two” horns), Matt 18:16; Rev 11:3 but speaks “like a dragon”. Rev 13:11-18; 20:10; 16:13; 19:20 As a harlot, she has left her covenant with God to submit to Satan’s covenant of death. Rev 17:5
The battle of “Armageddon” is a spiritual battle that we all must face individually. We accept either truth in Christ, or lies from Satan. John 8:44 Notice in Rev 20:8, there is a ‘gathering together’ in one place, a place where lies are presented as truth, and where each heart must discern its inmost desire – to serve under Satan, or under Christ. 2 Thess 2:1-12 Truly, the Watchtower is Satan’s ruse, under the guise of truth. Rev 13:10
“Two Beasts” – http://4womaninthewilderness.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-note-from-friend-good-afternoon.html
“Two Covenants” – http://4womaninthewilderness.blogspot.com/2013/01/spiritual-virginity-what-is-it.html
Just some thoughts to consider. As hard as it is to break a set pattern, (especially in a dream) instead of calling on “Jehovah”, call on the true God, and His Son. Col 3:17; Phil 2:9-11. I use to be hesitant to approach Christ because of Wt influence, but now I am so glad to have broken down that barrier.
Isa 40:31
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Hi. I’m sorry, I am afraid to use my real name. I am just sticking the teeny tiny tip of my big toe in the “ pool” here, to check the water….( it would have been so much easier to have just made up a name…and fibbed about it, and I just thought about this, now I already feel guilty, and I think, I just realized why I am still blabbing all over myself about this, but I can’t stop..I am , what the hell am I doing?! Telling on myself, and then telling on myself again , because I feel guilty, for feeling guilty….ok, can’t dig that deep in my head right now. That, is nuts. As they say, “ the elevator does not go all the way to the top” in that gal, ha ha, and that gal is me! I don’t even know if this blog/ post is still active, it’s ok, I have always been a “ lurker”, as they say( someone who never makes their presence known/ announces themselves, but reads and keeps up with the site info and comments) and for some reason, I thought I would make a fool of myself today, and post my very first “post” on one of these “ types” of websites that I lurk on( if once again, I am just an idiot and lurking is a bad thing to be/ or say, or means a “ negative” implication to the sites/ this site,I am so sorry, that’s not what I meant..(seriously , here)) If this is the case, then I do not understand the correct definition of “ lurking”/ being a lurker, and I must not have heard their was “ new light” on the previous understanding, and when there is reference to “ a lurker”, it is actually meant as a symbolic “ spiritual” lurker; which, yes, I am a lurker, and I do claim to be “spiritual”, but, I am, a woman, and we all know that that fact right there alone, discredits me, and I don’t have two eye witnesses that can testify in my behalf, but it would not matter anyway; because the lurker, or rather “ spiritual lurker” that is being referred to here, was not referring to the definition you will find in a dictionary under the word “ lurker”, but the new light that keeps getting brighter and brighter, has clarified this previous “ new light” on this, even though “ lurker” is spelled in the singular, it actually means “ lurkers”, more than just one, a “ great crowd” of those that “ lurk”. How do we know this? Because in Ancient Greek, “ lurk” was a masculine noun, and could not be used as an adjective, because it is not describing an “action”, or the “ act” of lurking, or, “ to lurk”, but , to a group of people. This group of people could not be the “ great crowd”, because we know that it was used as a “ masculine noun”, which is actually an “ overlapping “ noun. Therefore, it is referring to a group of men. This group of men are the representation of the World Wide Web; the internets direct mouthpiece, here on earth. ( I know an elder that would be so proud of his daughter right now,so proud. Unconditional love is such a beautiful thing, Truly.) And somehow, this unplanned sarcastic rant has now enabled me to go back to bed now and try to get a couple of hours sleep, so, I can regret this post later on when I wake up. God Bless you all. Xoxoxox
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Hello 😊 That was the most beautiful rant I’ve ever read. I’m glad it helped you to get some sleep. Lurking is perfectly allowed, even encouraged.
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