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April 1, 2019
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A Pleasant Dream of Black and White
This morning I had a very interesting dream.
This isn’t claiming to be church doctrine of course or anything like that but I felt this dream didn’t contradict any of my current beliefs but did strengthen them.
The dream had a lot of truths for me personally and a lot of wonderful impressions were with me afterwards. I tried to capture all of them the best I could.
I was in Heaven or a higher place in a pristine beautiful neighborhood. The closest place I could describe it would be the Cotswolds Or a beautiful French countryside village times 10. All the beautiful homes were so detailed and unique I could stare at one for hours, each was a work of art beyond description and had a unique meaning to them. None had doors, just entryways, inviting all to enter and experience an entire world within.
All the flowers and trees had a very quite and pleasant melody coming from each if you got close enough to hear. Then if you touched them they would say something kind about you personally. Specifically they would recall something good you had done in your previous lifetime. Like they were all connected to a vast library of every good thought and action ever done and just by touching them they knew which ones you had contributed to the library of goodness.
It was beyond wonderful, I could have touched, smelled and listened to a flower for probably an indefinite amount of time (I was just hoping they didn’t run out of good things to say about me 😉 ). However I soon looked up and saw two Beings walking towards me holding hands. He was white, she was black. Both were probably right at seven feet tall but perfectly proportioned so I didn’t realize their height until they were very close to me.
They were perfect. So perfect they are fuzzy now to my memory. But I remember my thoughts upon seeing them.
It was impressed upon my mind the man was Christ, or was once. The woman was the Woman, the One behind the scenes making It all happen in His and Her name, for they were One but He was the Head, She the Heart. I felt distinctly that another name for Her was “Mother Earth”. Again, both were perfect but it was clear they each had taken a very different path to obtain perfection which I saw in my mind’s eye as two strands of a rope, one gold the other platinum and only wrapped together could it continue to climb, then as it did eventually it became one solid rope. 10x thicker than each of the two strands that had started separately.
He looked liked Henry Cavill (if he had taken handsome and perfection steroids and looked like he did when Henry was Superman lol) with a short black beard and shoulder length black hair and of course… He glowed slightly.
She looked a lot like Halle Berry (if she had done a perfect amount of CrossFit and taken beauty and perfection steroids) but even darker skin, black curly hair flowing half way down her back and she too glowed slightly.
I fell at their feet and worshipped but He quickly stepped to the side so I was paying homage to only Her. She soon helped me stand and both embraced me.
No one spoke but they could obviously tell I was surprised by their appearances, mainly hers, being raised in my white dominant culture etc. lol.
The impression came to my mind first about His appearance. His body represented the perfect man, He had become perfected by overcoming forever the pride within called “the natural man” found on telestial worlds and even lower than that, the pride found without and below called “perdition”. Becoming a God by becoming one with Them. Choosing by agency to submit to their Will instead of the carnal and even lower desires. He had leveled up through seven levels of humility or heavens to eventually be the Christ and then go beyond that.
His reliance on God had become total and complete along His path and not a trace of pride or reliance upon Himself was left within. That’s when He became a God, a Light unto all others on the same path.
I also knew immediately He was The King, meaning there was this overwhelming sense that He had all the answers, like literally, like knowledge itself was seeping from His body and that was the source and cause of His slight glow.
I also noticed a white gold crown on His head if I looked up at just the right angle. Otherwise it was invisible to the eye. The crown was probably only four inches tall. As I focused on it however it was enhanced to my eyes and I could see the white gold metal was slowly changing color from bottom to top and then going all white again. It would start from the bottom white and another small colored ring would form above the first white one, moving through the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet and white again. Having a total of 9 levels.
I then was refocused back on Him. I was told His body was white because it represented the only way Man can become God. Which is to choose the path of humility or the servant. This meant to me to serve others with all of one’s soul, particularly those who could quite literally be forced to be one’s slaves by force or monetary means. That this was the way of the true servant. Dedicating oneself in service to the helpless, innocent and those weaker than oneself. Going directly against “the current” or laws of the natural man/perdition/pride/our world by living the law of Heaven which is to go by the Spirit and Humility in all things or reliance on God for all sources of strength and guidance from Them in all things. Placing Their will above one’s own.
Mosiah 2:17 keeps coming back to my mind when I think about Him. That he had taken this scripture and centered lifetimes around it. That He was a DaVinci of “service”, He had taken it to the “Master” level and it was the most beautiful, highest form of art. The art of the Gods.
This is how He overcame all excuses to withhold love. Never giving glory to Himself but to His Father and then to Her in Their highest kingdom. by love unto action called service. That’s how He became perfect, having all pride cast out by obtaining perfect Humility. And in quite a literal sense only Love or Charity could dwell in His soul.
He then stepped next to me and fell to His knees and put His head to the ground at the feet of the Woman, I quickly followed suit. An overwhelming sense of love and worship flowed from Him to me for Her.
It was impressed upon my mind she represented the Woman and all those oppressed and suffering. She Herself had overcome all pain caused by mankind’s pride and the pain caused by the source of all pride, perdition itself. She had learned to suffer not out of hate or self pity but perfect love, meaning even love for those causing her pain. She had learned not to loath herself but to trust God’s voice that she would become the Goddess she now was. She had even suffered by His pride in their earlier development stages but had suffered lovingly through until He had awakened and learned the art of service.
That was a reason why He worshipped Her. He had an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the sacrifice She had done for Him.
Then another thought about Her came to me. She had learned to not hate her oppressors but to pity them because she came to realize she would one day become One with the love of God. This included the Justice of God and She would decide Her oppressors fate.
She chose the color of her skin to give hope to all who suffer, to prove that there is always hope in worlds to come and always reason in suffering if we but to do it for and with God. It will always make one stronger on our path back to Heaven, if we call upon God, Him and Her in our moments of suffering. We will then be given enough strength to go to the next moment, then the next and the next…
She glowed and radiated Wisdom. I knew she had all the answers but that she would ask me the perfect question so I could find the answer for myself. She was the Queen. She had the exact nine level crown on her head as He had on His.
He then stood, as They stood next to me the glory coming from both would connect with the other and it was making a low thunder sound and I thought I could see little bolts of lightning as their wisdom and knowledge or glory came together.
Both embraced me. I immediately got the distinct impression of two types of love on this second hug as their glories and energies ran through me.
First I felt the love that allows justice, pain or even punishment. Allowing me to fall, giving me the chance to let go of pride and find the attribute to rise higher which was humility which meant a life for God and not for myself. This was the treasure that was valued most by them, found only in the low valleys.
Simultaneously I felt the love called mercy. I realized it is the love that lifts me out of the valley when I have found the humility I fell down needing to find. Lifting me when I am not worthy but when I have given it my all and realized it wasn’t enough. Then crying out in humility for help from God to make up the rest and then, They do.
I recognized that both types of love flowed equally from both of them. That they were perfectly One. They were Gods One to Another. That They worshiped each other now as God and Goddess, in one perfect round.
I felt They saw me not as my current imperfect self but as one of them. My gratitude for this outlook from them for me brought uncontrollable emotions of wanting to weep but their strength allowed me to keep the feelings within and not to loose all control because of the overwhelming thankfulness that shook my soul.
Then they together told me that was the secret. They saw everyone else as Gods and Goddesses and loved all not for who they currently are but who they will eventually be. That this type of love was the key to all revelation and all prophecy.

Art by Chicago artist Joseph Catanzaro
PS On a side note my sister messaged me earlier after reading my post and sent me this link to J. Kirk Richards impression of mother Eve. Strangely enough I had not come across this piece of his so I was quite surprised, not quite what I had seen of the Woman, she had hair and clothes lol but similar impression: http://jkirkrichards.com/eve.html
2 Replies to “A Pleasant Dream of Black and White”
1. Staci Turner says: 
April 1, 2019 at 3:21 am 


JOSH!!!
OH MY HEAVENS!!!
THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL POST!!!!



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2. admin says: 
April 1, 2019 at 3:51 am 


Thank you Staci! I hope it helps someone out there asking the same questions I’ve been asking! God bless! 



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