Bigger Storms are Coming!

Bloggers, when I look back and take inventory of my life, I recall having great times with my family and friends in the past despite all the bad news all around us. And even today, I still share good times with them. There is nothing better for me than that feeling of Family, Unity, and Love. We truly love each other in our family and we care about each other. And so when one is hurting we all hurt; well, I know that I do. Because I was brought up that way by my parents and grandparents, especially my Dad. My Dad will always be my standard for what a real man is suppose to be; especially a responsible Father. And if one of my kids is needing money and is too proud to beg like I have always been, I go to them and offer money without hassles. But, some people that I know; even my wife when she was alive, didn't like that I did that. These people would approach me..., like they still do now, and say that I shouldn't be a crutch to them. They say that I should let them fall hard and hit bottom and that is the only way to teach them how to grow up and be responsible. I find nothing wrong with that way of thinking especially if we were talking about irresponsible people who are dead beats and down right lazy. Now to those kind of people I would not give a nickel or dime, much less a taco to. To those kind, and the criminal minded, I will give no charity to. They don't deserve it because they are making no efforts at helping nobody themselves. But my kids are not that way. They work for a living. But because of bad circumstances that they didn't see coming they got temporarily set back in a financial bind. Just look around and we all can see that The Government, The Banks and Corporations, and Wall street, are causing great economic inflation and it's getting closer to hyper-inflation. And my kids are finding themselves attached to spouses that don't like the pressure that obligations and accountability requires and those have bailed out, and my kids find themselves single again. And that is a burden that I can't let them go through by themselves if I can help it in anyway. During these times, our little family will pool our financial resources together just to help the one in most need at a time. All my family has steady work histories and they are dependable. But..., how many people are not that way? How many people want nice things but they don't want to make the sacrifice to earn or work for a better outcome in life. Or to conduct themselves in a way conducive to please their Creator. I wanted nice things but I didn't want to work for it, I wanted to just kick back and let others take care of me. Well, it doesn't work like that in real life. I learned that I can't take or make short cuts if I intend to succeed in whatever I intend to accomplish in my life. So that is why I teach my kids to walk close to God or else they will keep spinning their wheels and get nowhere. Yes, I need help from time to time, but it is up to me to see that I make the right choices in my work efforts. Life is hard, nothing is easy about it. And if we want the best, then we have to make greater sacrifices; that is all to it. Which brings me now to dreams of the "Tale of Two House Parties." The first dream is dated for 2018 and is set in San Marcos, Texas during same time period at a Pentecostal Church named Mt. Sinai where Pastor Samuel Montoya is now. I do not attend this church. And so as the curtains come up on this dream, I find that most of the Mexican American members here are ready, and their Church Chapel was ready, for a great Wedding and they were elegantly and extremely well dressed in same colored outfits. The men look stunning and the women did to. The whole furnishing and chapel is the same color of the peoples clothes. Everything in this place is regal looking and royal. Nothing in monies and labor has been spared nor short cuts taken to make it look good. The prominent colors for the clothes and all the walls and trim, carpets, and regal furniture were, Creamy Off White, Red, and Gold. And all the people inside this Chapel had been invited to a Wedding and they all held tightly in their hands an Invitation in a booklet shape, and it too was the same color as their clothes. When I walked in into this Chapel all the people were in single file from front entrance into the front entry to the huge Wedding room. Then at the very end of this dream I saw my uncle Raymond rushing in scared because he thought that he had missed out on this departing group of people heading for the Wedding. And when he sees me he greets me with a hug as always and says this to me, "Ruben, I thought that I had missed the Wedding Man!" And when I looked at him he too was wearing the same suit and colors as the men in the group. But what struck me strange and of good news even though I was not dressed for the wedding, is that my Uncle Raymond has always been a Jehovah Witness. But now he had changed his mind and heart. And I was happy for him. And then I walked out of the Chapel and back into the street, and the sun was radiantly shining like on a summer late morning. And as I walked outside the chapel I was more concerned with the unkept landscape at the exterior of the chapel. That ends first dream. The second dream opens and I see myself working for a Rich White woman; noting this dream is not to berate White people because this could be speaking of all kinds of rich people, who is planning on having a great party for dignitaries and friends. She hired me and a friend to do remodeling to the interior of the house, but to especially the Ball room. But I kept telling her that if she really wanted to fix this house and place that she had to relevel and repair the foundation first. Otherwise she would be wasting money on cosmetics and not on the structural parts that needed the most attention. But she would throw her nose in the air and tell me, "Just do what I told you to do." And all this time she has another White rich woman friend with her as they plan where all the most prestigious activities would take place and how to make these areas look beautiful. Then the first Rich woman walked away briefly and the second woman came over to me and asked me, "Ruben, do you really believe the foundation is that bad?" And I said, "Yes." Then the rich woman owner of the house came back in and began to talk again with the second woman. And she whispered to her that if she had more money, she would do all the repairs that I had told them about. But because they didn't have the monies that they had decided to cut corners. Then she look at me and asked, "Ruben, is the foundation as bad as you say?" Then from where I stood I said to her, "Look at how much higher you two are from where I stand. And if you try to walk hard on this rotted out floor, it will go bad for whoever steps into it." Here the dream ends. So in closing, we can see that for the financially strapped Christian Mexicans at Mt. Sinai Church, "God" made all the provisions for them, and provided each one of them, with His Personal Invitation to His Great Wedding in Heaven because of their love and faith in Him. And for the unbelieving wealthy Rich people that wanted to do things their way, things were not going well at all. Therefore, the comparison and contrast, or juxtaposition, between these two party events is obvious. One was a Party ready for Heaven, the other Party was readying for The Worldly Things and Hell. Money and Wealth is not the answer to our problems. The answer to our problems is about caring for one another and respecting one another. Look around at how many people are hurting now because of War and more Sad Stories. There is no end to tragic stories. There is no peace anywhere. So if people can't bear to hear of another sad song or story, that is too bad. Conflict is our punishment in this fallen sinful World. And in that process of churning and burning..., the weeds are being burnt out and eliminated. And for many years in many of my dreams, I keep warning people that next year... Bigger Storms are coming! And to be honest, what I am shown that is coming, is not my idea, it is Prophecy that has been predicted from long long time ago. I was only privileged to be allowed to see it coming before it got here that is all. For that I am grateful and will sing to my God a new song of Praise to Him. So let us sleep on that until next time. Peace and Love to those who are always helping and care about suffering good people. Amen. And on a personal sad note for me, "Pistol Pete" the City Cemetery Peacock died on May the 24th, 2024. I will miss Pistol Pete because I learned to love him. Thanks again.                                                                                                                                              Respectfully,                                                                                                                                             Ruben N. Gutierrez