Last Saturday we had a really bad storm. There were tornado warnings in ours and all surrounding counties. My sons and I were sitting out in the sun room watching the lightning and rain. We had our local radar pulled up on my laptop and watched as it refreshed every five minutes to update the severity and location of the storm.
My boys, being only 9 and 11, began to express some fear when we saw that the eye of the storm, this giant dark purple blob on radar, was heading right for us and would likely arrive in the next 5-10 minutes.
I said a prayer of protection and envisioned a massive, glowing, translucent bubble around our home.
Over the next 10 minutes, we sat and watched as the storm center literally split apart and went around us on the radar. The angry looking, dark purple center broke apart and turned to the light green of rain as it traveled over our home.
My boys were amazed, and a little disappointed. They’d been looking forward to watching more storm, but alas, it had simmered down to only a light, misty drizzle.
Did we split the storm with prayer and visualization?
**shrug** I dunno. I wondered, myself.
Two nights later, on Monday night, I had this dream. There was a tornado in it so I figured it was due to the recent storms and tragedy I keep hearing about, but there was an underlying feeling in me that the dream meant something. I chewed on it all day Tuesday.
Wednesday (yesterday as I write this) I recounted it to my best friend, Ash. Here’s my email to her.
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So I’m in this city. I know where I am, but I don’t know where it was. I don’t think it was important. I was somewhere near home. I’m in my old red Nova… a car I owned ten years ago.
There are people with me. I don’t know who they were, but in the dream, I knew them. Three or four people. We’re in the car at a red light and I am facing North because I can see the lake.
All of a sudden this MASSIVE tornado appears in the distance and is clearly traveling directly toward us. I’m watching it coming and I reach a point where it becomes obvious that it’s NOT STOPPING and I turn to the others and say, “It’s not going away! We have to get out of here!”
I bail out of the car and right there at the curb is this huge church, all cathedral style of massive stones. I run toward it praying, “please be open, please be open, please be open,” as I go. I get there, the door opens, and we all burst inside.
I run to the front of the room and look out this wall of window and watch as this mile wide tornado splits into four separate tornadoes that then spread out from each other to rampage in different directions…
And then everything became still.
We went back outside and my car was still sitting at the light in the street, running. There was a heavy dampness in the air, and the entire ground was littered with tons of green leaves that had been ripped from the trees, but that was the only damage.
I don’t remember anything else….
And it’s not that I think we’re going to have a tornado. I feel like the whole thing was completely metaphorical, and personal… specific to me… a message..
I remember a while back I dreamed I was carjacked and Pam came that day to give me a massage and when I told her about it, she said that your vehicle in your dream represents your life, and that being carjacked in my dream most likely meant that I feel like my life is being taken over or controlled and that I feel like I have no control.
And that’s exactly how I’d been feeling. I just hadn’t named it.
So I’m pondering this odd dream. And I don’t even want to look up with a tornado might mean because there’s been so many lately and WE’VE had tornado warnings. Two touched down about 10 miles south of us last week. I can’t imagine I chose a tornado for any reason other than they’ve been on my mind lately.
Any thoughts?
El~
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She said…
My vehicle is my life, and although there is great chaos around me(the tornado), when I seek refuge and protection in my Spirituality(the church), I will be safe and my life will go untouched(my untouched car sits idling).
And because of the stormy topic, I was reminded of what had happened days before, and I started recounting the above story to her about the storm we’d had. I was probably halfway through the story when I felt like I’d be smacked in the face with a brick!
I was telling the same story as my dream almost! That storm split apart, and diverted around us just as those four tornadoes had formed from the one and split apart to go around us in my dream. And just like in the dream where I was safe in a massive stone cathedral of God, in the storm I was safe in the white light of God.
I’d lived out the experience of the storm, and when I questioned whether the storm had just pooped out or if I’d prayed it away, I was given that dream, all cloaked in metaphor as an answer to my question.
So, from my own experience, and in my personal opinion, verified by God….
Ask protection and visualize it there because the power in that request is enough to make miracles.
I’ll not question it again.
by Walter Wangerin on my MP3 player in my ears. Twenty nine hours of the Bible… as a novel. Guess what my book review will be on Wednesday.
for my walk this morning. This one is a lecture given by Wayne Dyer and Marianne Williamson.
