The Boy said, "Suffering may seem Eternal...but it is not"!!!

Bloggers, as I continue moving forward on my journey and my call, I want to continue painting pictures for you about what I have learned along the spiritual and supernatural path. And I really want to tell the Christians who see visions and dream strange dreams, that I am like you. However, I understand now how God in His Wisdom is teaching me how to understand my dreams and the great symbols in them by which He teaches me about what He is doing in me through them. As I have stated before, as a Christian I fell into an occult trap when I set out to make extra money hunting ancient Native American stone sculpture or artifacts in Central Texas woods. Since I did a lot of old house remodeling in country settings in central Texas, I had permission an access to properties in this hill country that was rich with stone artifacts. And little by little I got sucked into idol worship because I was desperate to get ahead financially. Then came the total and complete fall from God's grace because I was deep into this searching business that I lost track of the church. And since that had happened, I lost track of my moral compass too. And as time went by my faithful praying wife lost faith in me to. She told me that there was no hope for me. She tried and tried to get me back to church but I refused to go back because I felt that if I could only find a few really excellently sculpted stone Indian sculpture that I was going to Strick it rich and I would get my wife and I out of poverty. Almost 11 years after searching and searching on the surface for these ancient treasures, it turned out to be a pipe dream. I was devastated by all this, but by now, I had turned completely Indian. All I needed was the buffalo horns or deer antler horns on my head and that would have finished the idolatrous picture to my sickness. God was so angry at me that He let me know how angry that He was. My wife got terminally sick in those years and a few years after she died. I went through hell during these years because I had opened myself up to evil spirits like Satan, the goddess, Pan, and to Death. Therefore, since I knew that God was angry at me, I decided to repent and called out to Him for help again. But there was no help that came to me, and I started to pray and repent little by little again. But my dreams got spooky, and they became nightmares every night. And in these dreams, I would see the goddess angry at me because I had abandoned her and her ways. Then I remember one night that I dreamed a strange dream again. By this time though I had made the goddess so pissed off at me that she came against me strong and was truly trying to literally kill me herself. Well, needless to say that all this time since my wife died, I had no one to talk to about all that I was going through, so I talked to God about all these dreams even more. And so, this night as I went to sleep alone in my house, I dreamed about driving in my 2012 Silver and Black Chevrolet Impala over a small bridge that crosses over our San Marcos, Texas river. This bridge is on Cheatham Street and is near Rio Vista Park. And as I drove from east to west on this road and I came to the bridge at early twilight at night, I looked to my right, and I saw many young people swimming in that part of the river and to the falls. And all these people were happy but there was one problem it was raining, and the waters were rising fast, but they just stayed and had their hands and arms in the air and laughing. And as the water rose, I saw a most beautiful young blonde...White woman in the middle of these revelers and she was looking at me and she was going down a whole bunch of names that she was known by and yelling them at me as I started crossing the bridge. Then the waters climbed quickly over the bridge and caught the car and me in it and flushed us over unto the left side of the river. As I saw myself and car under the water, I got out and started to swim out to the west side bank where the small hill is. And when I looked back at my car, I saw it totally submerged, and I worried for my beautiful gangster looking car. And as I stood looking at it, I worried that the water would ruin the engine, so I walk back into the river and tried to get it out. I could see myself completely under water and standing and looking at my car and then trying to push it out, but it wouldn't budge a bit. Then I got angry at the situation and went to the front of the car and picked it up and walked out of the river with the car and placed it on the side of the road and faced it east. Then I went and started the engine, and it turned on fast and smooth and I was happy. Then as I looked over to southside of the road... there were several stone boulders situated there nearby and a young boy about 12 years old was sitting on one rock and I went over and sat on a rock next to him. And as I looked at him in that twilight night light, I saw that he had a silver and black royal seal in his right hand and was drying it and cleaning it. And as he did, I saw ancient letter characters in black color on face of this small rectangle silver cylinder in his hand. Then I smiled at him happily and said, "Hey, I see that you also were able to salvage something from that flood." Then he looks at me and says, "Yes, I know...suffering may seem eternal, but it is not. And Yes...I was able to salvage this too." Here that dream ends. But now let me conclude by saying and commenting on this dream what I learned about it. I learned here that I was now being accepted back into the fold of God. And not only was I being accepted back, but I was being sealed again by God the Holy Spirit and He was living back in me. How do you know that, Ruben? Well, first thing I saw was the goddess was pissed off at me and wants to kill me so, she is not my friend but enemy. Two, both the boy and I sat on a rock boulder which is representative of the foundation for our faith which is Jesus Christ. Three, the boy's royal seal in his hand was silver and black color and same color of my car which is symbolic of Redemption or being money or sacrifice that buys and purchases. And last, the Royal Seal gives permission to take authority in the place of a King or Noble. In this case The Noble or the King that Seals Christian for eternal Salvation or favor and blessings is God the Holy Spirit. And further someone else said, that the royal seal means that it is a sign of the Kings favor and trust of the bearer of His Seal. And that is why Satan or the goddess or any devil or demon or witch, can't stop a Christian who has been sent out on a mission for the King of kings. In the ancient times as, it is today if a person is given a royal seal to operate in the Kings behalf, that means it is Official. So, that is why I Love this dream. However, this dream does not erase the bad that I did, but the redemption part has been given to me again. And I still suffer the consequences of those sins. And witches still hate me, but I am back in the fold and its safety and protection again and I glad about that. Nonetheless, I have been in the Valley of Change or Crucible of Transformation since 2018 and counting. And I hope that one day I will be made whole again. But anyhow, I am not who I used to be and don't practice wickedness anymore. I just live day by day and enjoy dreaming about this great transformation in my life and the renewing of my soul. Perhaps I may still be arm in arm with Irma Duran the woman who steals my thoughts at times and one day we may be facing East just waiting! Let Us Sleep On That for now until next time. Thanks again. And please allow yourself to believe and have faith in God. You will not regret it. The Light will one day shine through that Darkness, and we will be Free!                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Respectfully,                                                                                                                                                 Ruben N. Gutierrez