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by Dream Dancer

Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was
the fault of that new girl, Mary Anne. She is one of those Wiccans, a
so-called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim,
knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She
doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her
pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people
in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this
though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways
that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has
tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a
decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see
that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior she
is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a bad day in the office.

Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my
supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to Mary Anne
the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor
told me that if I continue to "harass" Mary Anne, he would be forced to
terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And,
how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into
our workplace?

As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance. "God,
grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless onto
the righteous path,"

"Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're ready, truly ready
to see, my son?"

I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair
and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made to
leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he stopped me
with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my son. Instead, rise and
walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I truly am, as you
asked of me in your prayer."

He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a
pathway through the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for
words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.
Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing beside
me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see
smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioner's faces. I felt
blessed. God smiled upon me. "The Catholics hold such pretty masses, don't
they? I like to stop here in this church, because not only do they speak
the words, but also they live the life, through teaching, helping the sick
and poor, not only with handouts, but helping them learn to help
themselves. Now let us walk on."

And we were back on the pathway.

We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a funeral
home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting her head on it
and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this dead man must be her
father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms about her. "Miss him, that
is all right, but weep not for him, for now he is with Me".

She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile upon her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned and left the room.

And we were back on the pathway. We walked a little ways, and we were in
front of a large lodge of some kind. I could hear music and laughter
spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at God, and was shocked to
see, not the flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and animals furs,
his hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword strapped across His
back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a figure I had not seen
before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the same face
that I had just seen dead, but looking young and strong, and dressed in
ancient looking garb, an ax strapped to his waist. God strode up to him and
grabbed him in a great bear hug.

"Welcome my son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a cup
or two, and meet with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the back,
he sent the man inside. And then we were back on the pathway.

We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I believed
so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures of them. The
group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their rapt faces as
they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to them of purity,
both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to Allah. And as he
spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert, walked among them and
briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I
could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah were true, and
that their spirits felt touched by God. And then we were back on the

After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village. People
with skin as black as night, the women with their breasts shamefully bared,
were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by a
group of men. Somehow though, the bared breasts did not offend me, and the
music seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty lion, and He let
forth a mighty roar. The villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums
increased their pounding, and the dancers danced with frenzy. And then we
were back on the pathway.

We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat, painted
and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to
change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were flying with
him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out below us. And

God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide this other eagle
through the air, over mountains and through valleys, until he came upon a
group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but
a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the
words of his elders. And then we were back on the pathway.

We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this
place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center of
the clearing roared a great bonfire and kiwi torches outlined a circle of
sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women,
dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the moon. Was that
one woman Mary Anne? I really couldn't be sure.

And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed not
to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around the
circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of
middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old
woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.

And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was Mary Anne, and lifted her head
to the sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us
tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts, You will
always be welcome. Blessed be!!" And we were back on the pathway.

As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man.
Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man this way. With
blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God and this
golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a smile together.
"My Lord" I asked, "was that an angel?"

"Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as a god
himself. That was Lucifer."

And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had just
passed the ultimate evil.

God looked at me, and He knew my mind. And he chuckled a bit. "Think
about it logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a fallen angel,
cast out of heaven for challenging Me. If I am the all-powerful being,
above all others, how could he do this? How could I allow it?"
"But, in the bible...." I stammered. "The Bible is a wonderful book, as are
the Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books, written
by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if
the truth be known, but that's not up to Me to fix. These books are
wonderful, but only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for
themselves." And, I believed He was right in this.

"Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go back" and He
took my hand once again. As we followed the pathway, we soared through the
stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and
a mighty oak, we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted
from flower to flower as a little honeybee, and ran across the plains as a
mighty stallion.

And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand a
moment longer, and smiled into my face.

"My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must
only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you".
And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed.

A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn't have been real. At that
time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room through the window, and thunder
crashed through the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away,
"Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways my son".

This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup of
coffee, and standing there, I spied Mary Anne. As I approached her,
I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was
expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to cast
her eyes about for a way to escape, but there was none.

I walked up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you a bit of an apology," I
said. "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no right to
subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you find your path
to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so," Mary Anne just stood
there, not knowing what to say.

"So, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my
trespass. God bless you Mary Anne, and ...uh.... Blessed Be?"

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