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Unleavened Bread Ministries with David Eells

Beast Empowers Harlot to Persecute Saints

Garrett Crawford - 11/25/2010
(David's notes in red)

The first thing I recall in the dream was that I was driving my truck while Gabe Watson sat next to me in the passenger seat. We were headed somewhere important and in a hurry to get there. While on our journey, we had to drive through the town of Milford, Ohio. This is where my mom grew up and my grandmother lived until she died this year. (Milford means "mill-ford". Ohio means "great river". This represents the "ford" or crossing of a "great river". Mills were by fords because the water was used to power the grinding of grain in the mills and the dams were also used as fords. The great river of God's Word empowers the mills of the religious. Our mom and grandmother represent generations of the organized church from which we were spiritually born. {Mat.24:41} two women [shall be] grinding at the mill; one is taken, and one is left. Notice that both the good and the apostate women grind at the mill because they are preparing spiritual food from the grain, representing the Word, for their people.)

I noticed there was heavy traffic inside the city limits, so much so that we came to a complete deadlock for quite a bit of time. (The apostates in their religious communities have been stagnant for many years) Instead of sitting in the traffic jam any longer, I pulled out onto the shoulder and proceeded to drive along the traffic. One odd thing I should mention is that I was driving in reverse and very fast at that. (Garrett became impatient with stagnant religion and "pulled out" and went in the opposite direction, i.e. reverse.) A very young police officer saw me driving in the shoulder and flashed his lights; this distracted me and I hit a telephone pole. (The immature defenders of the so-called "faith" were offended by his direction and there was a collision of communication, which did no damage to him.) I jumped out to look at my truck and noticed there was a scratch on it; there was no damage done to my truck.

The cop approached me; he was not pleased that I was doing 40 in a 35 mph speed zone and driving backward to boot. (It offends the ones satisfied with the status quo that we are in a hurry to be like Jesus, which they consider backward thinking since it isn't possible in their book. We cannot grow faster than our religion permits.) He began to hassle me quite a bit and seemed very threatened by me. Instead of merely writing me a ticket and sending me on my way, he detained me for a very long time, using his authority in an abusive manner. (They think that being in the majority among the sheeple gives them authority to abuse those whom they do not understand. This is their history of abusing the prophets, apostles and Jesus. In the days when Constantine gave them power, they used it to persecute the saints, as it will be today.) I noticed that me being pulled over caused quite a stir and many other cops showed up. They were all young and immature boys -- teenagers or men in their 20s. I was totally taken aback by this. This whole town was being run by immature kids with way too much authority. {Isa.3:4} And I will give children to be their princes, and babes shall rule over them. {5} And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbor: the child shall behave himself proudly against the old man, and the base against the honorable. ... {12} As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, they that lead thee cause thee to err, and destroy the way of thy paths.

Gabe and I sat in the truck while they investigated and harassed us. Not much of an investigation was going on, only a lot of hanging out by the cops with a lot of female companions. It turned into somewhat of a block party, all the while we sat there patiently. (I wanted so badly to just leave, even wishing that I was in a dream so I could push them out the way and take off or simply drive off without the fear of consequences from running from the cops. But I was convinced this was really happening to me and that I was not dreaming. I was caught in some strange reality where kids had power and authority over me.) It seemed the cops were very threatened by me; they were constantly trying to show their power by pushing me around or grabbing my arm and jerking me about. (Those who know the Word and are experienced are a real threat to those who don't. The apostates usually respond with physical force, due to their numbers.)

The whole time they were doing this, I could feel how much stronger I was than them and, if I allowed myself, I could take two or three of them on at a time and easily subdue them. It was quite crucifying knowing that I had to submit to these weak, immature boys because of the governmental authority they had been given by the world. (The real power is obviously in the hands of the mature but they are reluctant to use it against babes and the government always backs the multitudes in order to politically placate them. The harlot, under the beast, will persecute the saints. Jesus and the disciples had the spiritual power but the Pharisees exercised physical power because of their numbers and the fact that the beast backed them. Even then, they are no match for God's sons who may give in for crucifixion's sake.)

Most of their attention was on me but Gabe did not seem to threaten them as much I did. He was able to get out of the truck and walk around while we were being detained. I watched from the truck as he walked over to a group of girls or groupies of the cops; it seems he knew some of them. They took interest in whatever he was saying; it seemed they were more interested in Gabe than the cops. I saw one of the playboy police officers run over to Gabe and me and he was quite concerned. He said, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You're not trying to take any of those girls with you, are you?" We were in no position to do any such thing; besides, we didn't have too much concern for picking up girls at the moment. But the cop's fears got the best of him and he had to address them, nonetheless. (In the natural, I have seen many times that younger guys feel threatened when older, more mature men come around while they're trying to pick up girls. The older, mature guys always seem more interesting to women who often walk away with the prize. But likewise, in the spirit, I saw this being shallow, immature leaders of Christianity trying their best to not lose members of their flock [the immature girls] to wiser, mature ministers in Christ.)

After darkness set in and the officers walked us into the police station, which oddly enough was set up in my grandma's house, they sat us down in chairs. The party continued inside the police station; it was like a frat party. Girls were everywhere and the cops were fraternizing with them. The topic of drugs and drug use was very common among the officers; they were just a bunch of party kids and it was quite obvious they had no purpose except to have fun. (The enforcers of apostasy are high on "spirits" of religion and authority. Their only purpose is to gratify their flesh.) The chief of police was sitting at the counter with a girl hanging on him; he was taking forever to write my ticket. Gabe and I continued to wait and watch this silly circus of excess but there was nothing we could do but wait.

Realizing that unless I acted we would never get out of there, I spoke up to the chief. I said, "Excuse me, sir. I hate to rush you but we really have to be somewhere". He asked, "Where?" Being somewhat crafty, I realized I was in a room full of addicts and drug users. I said, "I have to go to an AA meeting". I was trying to convict them of their sin, all the while showing them I was clean from drugs and trying to better myself. (I would never rely on AA in real life and don't subscribe to their methods but I feel that it was what God wanted me to say in the dream.) After I said this, the police chief actually had compassion toward me because he tore up the ticket and told me to go to the meeting. I felt like saying that was my only way out of there, even though I had no AA meeting to attend. (Like Paul, who wisely divided the persecuting Pharisees and Sadducees with his comments, Garrett was impressing their vain and simple minds, pretending to be impressed with their carnal methods of salvation. They think, 'Aha, we have a convert; let's send him to "church" and teach him to tithe'.)

On the way out of the police station, I saw my grandma and that she was very much enthralled with the goings-on in her house. She liked all the excitement and free drugs that were offered to her by the cops. I tried to reason with her but soon realized she was totally gone. I could see a cloudiness in her eyes and euphoria on her face. She was letting these kids run amok in her house. Gabe and I got in my truck and left the town, heading where we initially had planned when we were detained by the cops. (Grandma is the mother of the modern day offshoots of apostate religions. They are out of touch with reality, with their fleshly excitement and spiritual drugs.)

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