Old Dog V
The Dream Of The Forest
Bob Neumann, 6.27.2001
On June 15 we spent the night in a hotel in Columbia SC. I spent most of the night in warfare because after 8 hours of driving my wife and son quickly fell asleep. It was the first time and maybe the worst. It was just after 11pm when my wife started talking and shouting in her sleep. Shortly afterwards my son was doing the same. This has happened to my wife before…..but never to my son as far as i know. I awakened them both slowly while praying over them and they quickly calmed and returned to sleep. I stayed in a warfare prayer mode and as PEACE slowly fell over the room i began to ask from where was this attack coming. And, most important, why no attack against me personally. I got no answers.
At almost 3AM i felt that release that usually follows intercession. So i tried to sleep. I do not know how long i really slept but i had a dream that was both expansive and detailed.
THE DREAM OF THE FOREST
I found myself in a thick forest. I was wearing a faded uniform, maybe it was chamo, it was hard to tell. I had chamo paint on my face and hands, and a “boonie hat” on my head. I do not own this head gear.…
But i had a full military harness with complete kit. I had my shortsword on my right lower leg and my “tanto” on my left lower leg. On my web belt were full ammo poaches on front and back. There was the two canteens, one on each hip with a “bowie” knife with each. On my right side was an old fashioned tomahawk, something i have used frequently in THE SECOND HEAVEN.
I mention all this because i was doing an equipment check, making sure nothing was left behind.
I had slung on my shoulder my AK47, but secured to my ALICE pack was a Browning AUTOMATIC RIFLE, an entrenching tool, my “wakashira”, a Japanese short sword twice the size of the tanto. All these weapons i have had in dreams and visions the last five years. The last weapon i saw was something completely new. It was a double-bit axe with a handle of about 30 inches. While all the other weapons are “old” and recognizable, this was not. It’s handle was a composite material i have never seen before. The blades were black/blackened and the edges looked like stainless steel. The ALICE pack held a thin sleeping blanket, a small shelter half, and a water bag strapped to it’s sides. Inside the pack were a bunch of MRI’s, more ammo, and assorted packages, wires, cords, and things i have no idea what they are. As i secured the straps i heard a familiar voice say… “IMPEDIMENTA”. I thought, “it sure is”, and then wondered why THE KING would speak in LATIN… HEBREW, yes….maybe even GREEK.…
Instead of asking i felt it more important to get mounted up and moving. Once i had the ALICE pack on i started the march through thick brush and a whole lot of trees. It was a steep uphill climb and seemed to last a long time. Eventually i came to the summit which was covered by trees. I think they were pine trees, and they were huge. My first guess almost a 100 feet tall. They were old trees.
As i made my way to the middle of these trees i noticed something odd. I saw a tree that grew on a slant. At least i thought it was a tree. Except i had never seen a tree with support struts. In a few minutes i found three more legs and the ladder to whatever was built here.
I started to climb the ladder and made it up fairly easily and came to a platform about 10feet by 10feet. There were no walls, just thin struts art each corner that held up a roof/canopee..… i could not tell. All i knew was that i was at treetop level and clear sight in all directions. I dropped my pack and sat on top of it. It was then i noticed there was a heavy pair of binoculars on the pack. I am sort of used to being surprised at carrying things i knew not what. I decided not to recheck the inside of the pack. As i sat opening the binocular case i took a look at this “watchtower”. There was no twigs, leaves, needles anywhere on the platform. No sign of anyone ever being there. Yet like the trees all around it i felt it had been there a long time.
So after a few moments of thought i stood up and did a 360 with the binoculars. it seemed i could see a good distance, but all i saw was “green”…..trees and mountains covered by trees. I must have made 3 or 4 360’s and began to wonder what i was looking for. Then i heard HIS VOICE AGAIN, quoting an ancient text i must have studied 35 years ago.… “GALLUM EST DIVISA EN TRES PARTUM.”
Now that caught me flat footed. What made this trip comparable to Caesar’s commentary on conquering GAUL? “Gaul is divided in three parts”….that is where i learned the meaning of the latin term “impedimenta”. It really means the legion’s BAGGAGE TRAIN. Today we would call it the auxiliary units to a modern army and all the equipment it needs to wage war.
Today we call an “impediment” as something that ”blocks” our path….”impedes our progress”. Rarely is it applied to the “stuff” we carry….but that is what it is.
Not knowing what else to do i made another 360, and it seemed i could see farther. I refocused and did another 360 and i now saw flatland to my right. Each time i refocused and did a 360 i saw farther and farther. When i reached my “limit”/”metron” i could see out to the Atlantic ocean to my right…many miles out. ahead of me i could see the eastern Great Lakes. To my left i saw the Mississippi and a little beyond. Behind me i saw northern Florida and Mobile bay.
All i saw was green and blue. Trees, grass, water…..nothing made by man…roads, cities, bridges etc..… It was pristine. It was also “eerie”. But i still was not sure what i was looking for. After a couple more 360’s i finally saw “movement” up and down the coast. The coastline was giving way as man built and expanded along the water. In bays and river mouths man’s mark spread. To the east, west, north and south i watched “america” being born it seemed. It was then i heard again “GALLUM EST DIVISA EN TRES PARTEM”. But i could not figure what THE KING meant. For some reason i was paying more attention to the “east coast”, when i suddenly smelled smoke. It was not heavy, but it was noticeable. I immediately began a 360 slowly and in close.
In the area right behind my back i could see “points of light”. Even the thought seemed humorous at the time. To my immediate west were bonfires with a couple new starting every few minutes. With the binoculars i could see “people” dancing around each one i focused on. My immediate thought was “covens”. Eventually i saw all kinds of stuff. I saw “temples” being built. I even saw one to the old boy, MOLECH. After awhile i noticed “demons” all over the place interacting with the dancers. Copulating with some. It was very graphic and i do not think i should get too much into detail here.
After a time things changed. The air above this area of mountains and valleys filled with moving, swirling smoke. Somewhere along the line the smoke took form and i could see over the natural a superimposed structure in the spiritual. It was a city with walls and i felt i had been there before. When this realization occurred i heard “THREE PARTS, DOG.” TO my right, the NORTH stood THE KING wearing a long hooded robe. What i always have called “TRAVELING GARB”. I looked at HIM and HE pointed at the “city”. Now i could see clearly the walls, no binoculars were necessary. Suddenly the city expanded and the outer wall was now behind me. A few moments later it expanded again and the outer wall now stood on the coast. It was then i saw the “THREE PARTS”. As you moved from east to west the coast is a flatlands that moves in till it reaches a plateau area. Farther inland you hit the mountain range i was in. I realized the three parts were like three steps “going up”.…
And i suddenly felt “sick” inside. In my spirit i heard the song from 3000 years, “I WAS GLAD WHEN THEY SAID UNTO ME, LET US GO UP.…”
When i turned around i could see the “veil” to the mockery around me. What was beyond this “veil” was the antithesis of THE HOLY OF HOLIES.
“THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR, DOG. IT TOO IS A CITY NOT BUILT BY HUMAN HANDS, SORT OF. IT IS A CITY OF UTTER DARKNESS THAT ENVELOPS YOUR LAND. I KNOW IT IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE YEARNING FOR, OLD FRIEND. THERE IS A PLACE FOR YOU IN ABBA’S HOUSE, BUT THERE IS WORK FOR YOU TO DO HERE.”
if anyone who reads this has ever wondered if you can find a quick snappy reply here, i wished you were there and could have helped me. I had no idea what to say. The only “thought” i got was a line from an old Alice Cooper song….”welcome to my nightmare”.…
I do not know whether it was the stupid look on my face, or the fact my deepest spiritual thought was from Alice Cooper but HE CHUCKLED and walked over to me. “DO YOU REMEMBER I HAVE TOLD YOU TO “PAINT YOUR FACE”?”, HE ASKED. “I remember, LORD. But what do you want me to do?” “DO YOU REMEMBER THE UNOFFICIAL MOTTO OF THE 3RD SPECIAL FORCES?”
I laughed. So simple.
We both laughed. HE TOUCHED MY FACE AND TURNED TO THE WEST WALKING TO THE EDGE OF THE PLATFORM. HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND THUNDERED……
I bent down and picked up my pack as HE CAME TO ME….”THEY KNOW WE ARE HERE, DOG. THEY KNEW YOU WERE COMING LONG AGO. THEY READ ALL THE PROPHETIC SITES TOO. THEY JUST DID NOT KNOW THE DAY OR HOUR. I GAVE THEM A SHORT ‘HELLO’, FOR BOTH OF US.”
“DO YOUR BEST DOG. REMEMBER I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU”.
With that i started down the ladder and the dream ended.
That morning we drove north through the southern gate. I “know” they were expecting me through the eastern gate. Tough on them.…
selah bob
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