Something is Lacking traction here!

Bloggers, when I was at the notorious Ramsey 1 Unit at T.D.C. in 1984, I had a strange dream. I still have the notes I made from back then. And this dream bothered me a lot besides the hell that surrounded everybody there at this time. I had been here only two years, but it seemed a life time even though mentally I had made my bed well and had made my bed home. I had been denied parole so I continued marking time in place and did my very best to live out my Christian life among the the career criminals there. They didn't like me but they knew who was before, and they left me alone for times and then they would attack. And this is how I lived until 1985 when I got out on parole. Prison life is not an easy lifestyle for anyone, but we make the best of it and hope that we survive to go back home alive. Of course many people don't make it out alive nor out with dignity and honor. Prison is a microcosm of the larger population in the free world, especially the Ruling elites. In prison people play the same struggle for power games like in Clash of the Titans. However, in Maximum security Prisons the atmosphere there is not like out here in the free world, it is more closely related to the atmosphere of Hell. Not hell truly, but closer to that sense and feeling. Ramsey One was a dreary old ancient Prison Unit with buildings built circa 1900's. It was a very Satanic place! At that time in 1984 this Prison Unit was the only "Wide Opened Prison" in all of T.D.C.. There were at least two to four killings a week here with a population just under two thousand inmates. No civilians wanted to be assigned here then. The guards were just as crooked as the population. The leadership didn't care because they were on the take too. Everything thing was corrupt and they had Baphomet The Black Ram  as their god painted in the Gym walls. But I kept being faithful to what I had promised God and kept living out my life as a Christian should. I always knew beforehand that God had Eyes and Ears everywhere, so there was nowhere for me to hid my sins. I knew that who I chose to be on the outside was also the very same one living in the inside too. And that was who I became there. And these people saw me talking to everyone about God and how He could transform us to be better civilized human beings. And even though doing time was still very hard to endure, I kept faith that one day I would make it back home to my beautiful fine sculpted female wife. But there was nothing in the air then indicating that wishful blissful hope was even realistic at that time for me. So one night with nothing on my mind except my prayers before sleeping, I go to sleep and I dream. And this is the dream, As the dream opens I see myself standing in a wide opened field at night time. And as I stand there deciding which way to go in, I decide to go straight ahead of me. And as I walked I came upon a large large number of Mexican people, and they are being directed by other Mexican people into long line formations. As I look on, I can see over one hundred files of people in single files spaced apart a few feet from each other. And then I see some older man grabbing my left arm and places me into the back of a file towards the middle. And at the front of all these files are Mexican people who are facing each file with syringes in their hands. And there are people standing besides the ones with the syringes. Then I begin to hear all the people in the files break out screaming loud and crying desperately, but they could not move out of file because there were Mexican guards there too to keep them in their places. And when I hear these people crying, that worries me because I don't know what this is about. Then someone standing to my right said to me, "They are going to kill us with poisons in those syringes." Then as I kept looking, one person from every line at front walked over to the executioners to receive their shot. And once they got their shot they were instructed to keep walking past behind them, then we would see them drop dead. Then the people standing by these killers sides would pick the dead bodies and throw them into a large pile. And as people walked up forward, and the lines shorten, they began to crying badly. But the lines just kept moving and I told myself, "I am not gonna cry!" And then my turn came and I remember that the person with the syringe was an old Mexican woman. She looked grandmotherly and friendly, and when she asked me to pull out my left arm, I did, and she held it steady. Then, I remember that I started to sob like a baby wanting his mother. And she placed the long large needle in my artery, I felt the pain and the cold liquid rush into it, and I could taste the heavy metallic taste in my mouth, as she said this to me loudly, "No llorres mi hijo..., tu tienes muncho dinero con Dios!" Then I walked behind her and saw myself drop dead. And that ended this dream. And when I woke up I was not given time to analyze anything because we had to do hard work all day. However, as I worked out in the Yard Squad as a trustee, I could still feel the pain in my artery in my left arm and I could feel the cold liquid sensation running in the artery, and I could still taste the metal taste in my mouth for three days.  But, many years later I gave this dream some thought. But what bothered me was what that old Mexican woman said. Why would she say "Don't cry my son, you have a lot of money with God?"" I didn't understand, I never did anything for God or gave money to Him. So, like I said before, there are valuable lessons to be gleaned from dreams. I don't develop Doctrines from dreams, and I am not dogmatic about their meaning because that is not a good thing to do. But I learn from dreams valuable insights to Truth, and true things, about the Laws of God. I am slow in learning and please forgive me for that, but like a hound dog, I will never let go of what I am looking for. If it is an allowable Knowable Thing to be discovered, than I will find it. But if it is not, I have to get depressed about it, and then get over it, and hunt for some thing else knowable. Life is like that. Nevertheless, what was that dream about? I will give you my understanding for this dream this way. As I was doing time in prison, I was suffering for my sins which were many and various kinds. I didn't like the punishment, but in the process of having been forgiven of my sins, Justice demanded punishment for my crimes nonetheless. Justice being the Law of God was now going to teach me about the Laws of Farming. And but I hate farming! Anyway, I had to Die! Just like when a farmer plants a seed in the ground that poor seed has to die. However, I didn't want to die! But, when the seed dies it sprouts out in a new life and gets another opportunity at life one more time. And what this new crop that grows from the dead seed will give life to others now. And the Cycle of Life continues. But, that seed has to lay in the deep dark cold ground for a while, and every condition that is required for that seed to survive has to be precisely met, otherwise it will remain unproductive and dead and never be reborn. Therefore, cultivation is greatly important. Watering and sunshine is important. Love and concern is important. Attention to every detail is important. And as a Criminal becomes a Christian, you need the same attention. And you have to do your part in witnessing, and obeying God in all His mandates, or you will not prosper and you will remain dead in sin. And because I was living as God required in Prison, I was accumulating great treasures in Heaven even though I didn't know anything about planting and harvesting. So that is why Old grandmotherly Mexican woman said to me, "Don't cry my son, you have lots of money with God." But, I still had to do my time for my evil ways. And I didn't learn this lesson until only 2010. And thanks to Bible. Org. on the Internet, back in 2010..., I learned about the meaning for The Law of The Harvest. I still have my notes about this reading and about the African Farmers of The Sahel area in the Desert. And the hardships of farming and living that they undergo every year while we take our life of Raleigh for granted. The date for Article by Hot Orthodoxy was dated 2006 and 2009 under The Law of the Harvest Messages. This Principle and Law of the Harvest was the reason that had me searching for the meaning to what that Woman's Voice singing meant, when she said to me "Lead them carefully to the Harvest." Then I looked at other dreams of mine and made further connections to this dream being presented here. This Law of the Harvest should be preached and thought to young people everywhere today. They don't know that becoming a Christian is not suppose to be a walk in the park. Sowing Seeds in Hard Soil is a Hard thing to do. But that is the reason for the Tears. When I got out of prison and made parole in 1985, I was the happiest man alive. I thought that now everything was gonna be Peaches and cream and chocolate fudge cakes and cold milk forever. No! It was not like that at all. I was thrown into the hot desert and wilderness all alone again. Nothing went right for me for many many years no matter whether I was in Church or not. But God was always dealing with me and letting me see glimmers of light now and then. But it required extreme pain and hard work and waiting; always waiting! Many times I couldn't bear it anymore and I said to God, "Turn off The Lights Please!" Then I read Psalm 126, and here I learned how God's Law of The Harvest works and what it produces. Ask The Jews of ancient Judah how they felt after being freed from their Babylonian captivity after 70 long years? When God set them free again, they thought that they were in a dream because they couldn't believe that they were finally free. They cried and they screamed and told their captors how great their God was. It is said in this Psalms that they that sow in tears, shall reap their harvest with joy." For example my grandson Jonathan came in yesterday Sunday from a fishing week end trip with his boys and nephews in tow from Corpus Christi, Texas. Man he was excited and the kids were happy and the whole family was happy for them. Then I asked him, "Dad!, how was the fishing?" Well he said, "Man, grandpa we caught this and that and but there was so much else to do." And he was excited and extremely happy. Then he said, "Grandpa, we stopped at your house just awhile ago because I wanted to tell you this story, but you were not there. But I am glad to see you are here." So I asked why he stopped at my house, and then the atmosphere changed drastically. Jonathan got off his chair and said, "Grandpa, I have to go now",  and then begins to cry out loud. By now all of us are wondering what is wrong. Then my boy begins to cry and fights back the tears and says, "Grandpa..., nothing is going right in my life man!" Then he tells us about all the financial and personal hardships he is undergoing and he says out loud, "Grandpa, not even God seems to want to help me and I am praying every day and night for a better life." Then I say to calm him down, "Dad, I just had this talk in private with your dad last week, when he was feeling the very same way you are right now. But he doesn't tell the family because he is proud." And I Said, "I told your dad Jonathan, that I feel the same way myself but I don't tell the family what I am feeling either. Besides Dad, Material Things are not the Markers or Indicators of success or examples that one is a true Christian." I said, "Brother, God is our Source of life, and he will test us to see if we are who we say we are. And He will punish us when stray from Him." I told him that God is our Source of Life and that Satan wants to steal what God has for us. I said, "Dad, you will win and you will prosper as long as you don't give up, keep doing the good that you are doing and in time you will see your harvest. Your harvest will show to Satan that he couldn't steal your Seeds and your Fruits. And you will have a greater harvest as your years come and go. God will not disappoint you Brother. And even in your old age..., you will be like these old pecan trees behind your mothers yard, that still produce the sweetest big soft shell pecans by the hundreds in their season. Dad!, Don't let Satan and his devils discourage you. Keep trusting God and keep obeying Him, and I will keep praying for you always." So can we see, young people like I once was, get discouraged with the Christian journey, but if we don't give up, and stay clean as much as we can, Satan has no power nor reason to whip our ass. These devils will throw obstacles out there against us to destroy us, nevertheless, that is their goal to do. But, those obstacles should serve as things to give us Traction when it seems we are not getting anywhere. Especially when we seem stuck in a rut and it seems we are lacking traction to get to the place of sweet sweet success. Let those satanic obstacles serve to give traction to get our self closer to God. Because when you do come to an old age yourself; and you have learned to Chew the cud and Divide the Hoof properly as they say, then after that total transformation from the Worldly things in life one will prepare to end on a better note than ever before because of their willing commitment to God and His Word. Then you to will be producing better Fruit to present to God. And when you are there with Him, He will be proud of you and reward you even more. And He has a better place than this earthly place for you too, on the other side of this life. But, there will be an End to all Things on Earth, that is a Promise from God. Do you know that after the Babylonian Captivity, The Jews of Judah went back and forth undecided about whether to take God serious or not, and because of the wavering..., they are where they are now. They are still suffering from getting serious traction to serve their True God too. So, let us get busy sending building materials for our new homes in heaven. Lets do something good with our Spiritual Seeds now and pray that rodents and thieves don't get to our crops and seeds. And don't Trade your Seeds for a Woman ,or a Man, or Wealth, or anything else. I have more to say on this subject,  however, I will close for now. Keep calling on God to give you a Hand up, and He will never let you down. Do your part too. So Let us Sleep On That for now! Thanks again. Life is full of surprises. Never a dull moment. Always staying alert.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Respectfully,                                                                                                                                              Ruben N. Gutierrez