Expressing Faith in God to the spirits..., even in your Dreams!!!!!

Bloggers, how many people walking about among millions of strangers every day, do you think don't like to hear or read or watch a good story about the other person's life out there. I for one love story telling because first I learned to listen to wonderful and tragic stories told by my grandparents, and from older people who dropped by briefly in my life and they left a huge impact on me as I was growing up. I even lived that great story myself as I watched it unfolding every day before my waking eyes. Therefore, at my late age now, I know more about life experiences than most people because I loved to read and observe and study what that was all about. However, it took much study and hard work to come to more than just a general understanding of life. It took a lot of time to do introspection of myself and of my circumstances to understand why I behaved the way that I did and how I came to where I am and what I am today. And I am grateful now that I was forced by the Law to see these things better and clearer while doing time incarcerated in Correctional Facilities. And I credit the U.S. Military, the Army in particular, for helping me see the bigger Political picture for how and why we need our government.  And I credit the Universities and Junior Colleges for opening my mind even further to the Academic realms of the Universe more so than the Big Houses. Nevertheless, it was my first time ever Christian Born-Again experience in 1980 when I was thirty years old which brought me to the greatest learning experiences about what really matters and is of the upmost importance to all human beings lives on earth. Note: Every human's life is significant and is a grand story in itself. Even if nobody knows about you, you are interconnected and woven into this brilliant colorful rich fabric that God Himself is hand weaving just for you. But since I didn't know that then, I thought that since I was told by my grandfather when I was a little dark-skinned boy that I was an animal, I reasoned to myself that I should continue living like one. And since the University and College had told me that I had descended from primates, I believed them and acted like a gorilla. Further, I went, and I told my mother-in law that God did not create human-beings to her great dissatisfaction, and she cried about it. And in Prison they treated us just like animals. And further, the Military gave us more than Codes of Honor; they brain washed us to retain the mind of Killing machines forever. They never deprogramed us from those values and neither did Prisons nor Universities. So, the walk with God Almighty has been rocky and flaky for me because of my lack of understanding and knowledge of God and His Ways. And as a result, I have been chastised more than many and have suffered endlessly. However, I don't ever accuse God of doing me wrong because it was me that should have known better than to act like the fool. And for these last 14 years that I have live in solitary confinement here alone, and as a result I have really walked deeper into the Bible than ever before. God has been dealing with me severely. So much so that even when I dream and think that I will have a woman before I die because I have her in my arms, and my wife has been deceased 14 years now, I hear a man's Voice speaking to me out of the clear blue and says this to me in my dream seven years ago, and he says, "Ruben, you are going through the Valley of Change!" Do you see the price and cost for backslidings. That's 7 years ago and still no woman except the pain in my body gets worse to the point I have given up on women. I have pleaded and begged for healing, and none comes. I am talking thirty or forty years of begging and having faith in God and no healing, no riches nor climbing out of the rut. Yet, in my dreams I am telling people, complete strangers that God can and does heal. And not only can He heal but that God can raise people from the dead and deliver us from devils. I have even prayed for demons who asked me to pray for their healing because they were sincere in their request. But there was no more healing for them. Oh! and I have dreamed that I was given so many riches and properties that were valuable and yet I still live in my old sardine can by myself. I am not lonely because now I love solitude and silence. However, I still tell even spirits that my God is the only One and True God and many of them attack me relentlessly every day because I do not waver. And I still dream and speak to the evil witches and demons that look like Spigel in the story of the Hobbit when they attack me, that I have the Power and Authority through the Name and Blood of Jesus Christ and those evil ones disappear from my dreams fast. I have truly learned to believe in God, and I know that if one lives righteously the best way they can and know how, that God will do the rest to make them right with Him. Just do your best..., God will do the rest don't you worry. Do you see that there are Blessings and Benefits to those who learn from God's punishments. Hence, I am convinced beyond a doubt that once you Decree a thing that is in the framework of God's Will, or God's Perfect Will, He will establish that for you if you believe. Thus, I have decreed that no matter what comes my way or happens to me, good or bad, that my Faith in God will not be shaken anymore because I am resolved now more than ever that I am fine in whatever situation that I may find myself in. Watch this..., this is a dream for this morning May 20th, 2025. And it will prove that I am truly resolute in my Faith in God. Watch! As the dream unfolds before my tired eyes, I see myself walking alone on a very narrow paved road at night with absolutely nothing on my mind. I am not even wondering why I am here or anything. I am just walking and as I look from the viewers vantage point, I see trees on both sides of the road. It is dark out there, but the light of the stars gives enough light that I can see the natural beauty all around me. And as I walk on, I see up ahead a distance... a very large area that is pitch black and looks like a large structure is causing that darkness. So, I stopped to look at this dark shaded place with no fear in mind just curiosity. And as I gazed harder and focused my eyes on this thing, I began to see a man's silhouette appearing in the middle of this shaded darkness. And it was then that I recognized the man even though that man never spoke a word, he only looked at me from a distance of about 50 feet or so. And then without hesitation I began to speak in Mexican to him and said the following, "Bra, toda mi vida yo ha sufrido vastante. Y le ha pidido hal Senor que me sane. Pero anque no me sane...esta bien. De todos modos ha escogido un lugar bien sauve pa donde yo murir!" Then I saw myself holding a white empty five-gallon plastic bucket in my right hand by its handle and walking forward because the black shaded area had disappeared. And as I walked, I noticed ancient looking tombstones and some looked like obelisk to my left and right under the majestic trees. Then I saw my female dog "Kiki" lying dead on the right side of this road a short way ahead of me. It was then that I realized that was why I had the bucket in my hand. It was because I intended to pick her body up and take it to bury it at home with honors and respect. And here the dream ends. But please be informed that in reality this road does exist. And fifty feet or so North up ahead of this road on which I traveled in this dream stands to the left of the road, a beautiful opened White chapel on the hill. And just behind this chapel is buried a friend of all those who knew him, "Pistol Pete" the Peacock who never left this cemetery for nearly 20 years. And this chapel has become in reality, my place to commune with God Almighty for 10 years now. So, now let me tell you what I said to the man standing in the shadow. I called this man "Bra" because it is slang for brother in Chicano and that was my oldest brother Tony who died many years ago standing there looking at me. "Bra" was what los Locos in the Barrio called him and it was his nickname also. So, I said to him, "Brother, I have suffered a lot in this life. I have asked God to heal me. But even if God doesn't heal me...it's okay I am fine with His decisions. But regardless of what happens, I have sorted out and found a very nice and special place where to die in." And that is who I was talking to and what I said in Mexican to my dead brother. That's having and keeping Faith in God no matter what comes our way! Nevertheless, God has been extremely good to me and gives me Power every day. There is never a dull moment for me, not even in a place of solitude and silence. Good grief, even Kiki's story is like mine. And if you had known Pistol Pete the Peacock, oh, what a story his is too. Life is what we make it. Enjoy it and don't make a wasteland or cesspool of it. Life is too precious to waste. So Let Us Sleep On That for now. Thanks again. Perhaps one day you will pray for the dead and God will heal them! Perhaps one day you will pray for extreme wealth for yourself, and He may give you that too.                                                                                                                                                                                                           Respectfully,                                                                                                                                             Ruben N. Gutierrez