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It has been seven long years since I have been able to recover fully from his ordeal and sacrifice. Wounds never heal completely. There is always the scar tissue and doubts to overcome. Seven years of hardness and unkindness has made my hair grey and thin. No longer am I willing to lead followers into the spiritual battles that are raking the earth.
It is easy enough to build the walls surrounding oneself with a comfortable life feeling nothing for the suffering other life forms must endure. The spiritual world is our only solace; our only refuge and anchor in the storms that sweep in and change reality. Even this new space is being invaded by drug addicts who are never satisfied with life. The dreams keep happening. Mother Mary and Swami Prabupada appearing in the same dream with Mother Mary leaving her contact phone number which helps but little since it was a dream. And the Swami appearing like artificial fire blowing through a likeness of him making him look animated. As soon as the fan is turned off the illusion collapses.
I did not understand the significance of this dream. I am only the observer. Is this a reassurance or a goodbye or just a hello from the spirit world? Are we being told to follow or lead? Should have written down her address and phone.
I was in Salt Lake City working for the University Medical Center on the 5th floor Cancer Unit in the fall of 1996. To discharge my pent up energy, I would walk around town. One day, I saw a group of people standing in the street with hands folded in prayer. They were staring at the tree that the city had just de-limbed. Out of one the severed branches sap was flowing from the wound. It was forming the image of the Morena Madonna.

The thing about it was the color of the sap as it oxidizes in the air. It turns a beautiful lavender hue that darkens to a reddish proceeding to an almost golden color. For days and days, this tree was adorned with flowers as the Hispanic women made the daily visit to care for the Virgins' image.
This went on with the news media taking up the story which meant even more people coming to see this vision for themselves. Finally, the city sought to end this by cutting down the tree entirely which was an ill planned affair since there was a disconnect between City Hall and the people of Faith.

Salt Lake City is a Mormon town. I remember clearly going to midnight mass on Christmas Eve at Magdalena Church and speaking to one of the brothers about this sighting. His comment was something along the lines of heretical. What fools believe.
Will it be OK? Just getting older now. When will wisdom be given? Maybe never. Maybe shut up and listen to the wind. It always has the right message.

I had other encounters with God.

I got in the habit of praying alot. Especially in Arkansas when I joined the Mission Ave Baptist Church. This is a breakaway sect of Independent Baptists. The way I was induced to join was one night the spiritual world opened up. A

robed man appeared. His race was as bright as the sun. Just as the bible says God appears to 5he faithful. He took a look at me went away for a second to make sure he had my attention. He fame hafk and lifted his arm and pointed. At the same time words came streaming forth Mission Ave Baptist Church. Apparently he wantedcke to study the bible. I did this for a few years. I even worked for University Baptist Church for awhile until I could jo longer continue. The fist fight with Larry the Elder made staying impossible. I caught a plane to SF and never looked back.

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		~ Saturday, June 28, 2025 It has been seven long years since I have been able to recover fully from his ordeal and sacrifice. Wounds never heal completely. There is always the scar tissue and doubts to overcome. Seven years of hardness and unkindness has made my hair grey and thin. No longer am I willing to lead followers into the spiritual battles that are raking the earth. It is easy enough to build the walls surrounding oneself with a comfortable life feeling nothing for the suffering other life forms must endure. The spiritual world is our only solace; our only refuge and anchor in the storms that sweep in and change reality. Even this new space is being invaded by drug addicts who are never satisfied with life. The dreams keep happening. Mother Mary and Swami Prabupada appearing in the same dream with Mother Mary leaving her contact phone number which helps but little since it was a dream. And the Swami appearing like artificial fire blowing through a likeness of him making him look animated. As soon as the fan is turned off the illusion collapses. I did not understand the significance of this dream. I am only the observer. Is this a reassurance or a goodbye or just a hello from the spirit world? Are we being told to follow or lead? Should have written down her address and phone. I was in Salt Lake City working for the University Medical Center on the 5th floor Cancer Unit in the fall of 1996. To discharge my pent up energy, I would walk around town. One day, I saw a group of people standing in the street with hands folded in prayer. They were staring at the tree that the city had just de-limbed. Out of one the severed branches sap was flowing from the wound. It was forming the image of the Morena Madonna. The thing about it was the color of the sap as it oxidizes in the air. It turns a beautiful lavender hue that darkens to a reddish proceeding to an almost golden color. For days and days, this tree was adorned with flowers as the Hispanic women made the daily visit to care for the Virgins' image. This went on with the news media taking up the story which meant even more people coming to see this vision for themselves. Finally, the city sought to end this by cutting down the tree entirely which was an ill planned affair since there was a disconnect between City Hall and the people of Faith. Salt Lake City is a Mormon town. I remember clearly going to midnight mass on Christmas Eve at Magdalena Church and speaking to one of the brothers about this sighting. His comment was something along the lines of heretical. What fools believe. Will it be OK? Just getting older now. When will wisdom be given? Maybe never. Maybe shut up and listen to the wind. It always has the right message. I had other encounters with God. I got in the habit of praying alot. Especially in Arkansas when I joined the Mission Ave Baptist Church. This is a breakaway sect of Independent Baptists. The way I was induced to join was one night the spiritual world opened up. A robed man appeared. His race was as bright as the sun. Just as the bible says God appears to 5he faithful. He took a look at me went away for a second to make sure he had my attention. He fame hafk and lifted his arm and pointed. At the same time words came streaming forth Mission Ave Baptist Church. Apparently he wantedcke to study the bible. I did this for a few years. I even worked for University Baptist Church for awhile until I could jo longer continue. The fist fight with Larry the Elder made staying impossible. I caught a plane to SF and never looked back. Labels: Dreams of Significance posted by Jefferson at 9:01 PM