A Trip To Inerton – A Dream August 5th, 2013

This morning I awoke about 4 from an unusual dream even for me. In the dream I was aboard an airplane. The airplane was flying over the Atlantic Ocean. On board with me were 2 associates. Two young women were accompanying me to what I believed to be the Olympics. As the plane began to descend, I asked where we were going, one of the young women responded, with “Inerton.” I replied with, “that’s weird, I have never heard of it.” As we were preparing to land there was tremendous explosion nearby. The plane shuddered and arced away sharply. “They have blown up the airport” I was told. “We will make an emergency landing because the gear was damaged.” As I looked out the window I saw flames and smoke. As the plane descended I began to see that we were going to land on a highway. Everything went into slow motion. As we dropped the wings began to hit poles and finally with a loud screech, we came to a stop and we settled. Doors began to open and the women and I were taken down the emergency ramps. (It was then I realized there were no other passengers, but only us and the staff.) As I tried to look around a large black car came up near us and we were scrambled into it. The car took off at a normal speed, no emergency maneuvers or evasion techniques that I could discern.

Meanwhile I kept trying to wrap my brain around the name of the city, Inerton, why the Olympics, why no passengers, why the airport had blown up and oh, so many more. My reverie was interrupted by one of the women and she asked me if I was okay. She explained that terrorists had blown the airport. I asked if it had anything to do with us. She did not answer me.

We soon came to a stop. We were greeted by two doormen who did not seem like they were doormen, but some high security, well equipped men. Like special agents. One grabbed my arm and began to escort me towards a well lighted entranceway with beautiful stone and ornamentation. As we descended the large stone steps, it was like entering a palace. Everything was beautiful. Beautiful colors, lighting and furniture. We went to what seemed to be a well appointed coffee shop. Again we were the only people. A tuxedoed man came over to us with a tray of coffee and pastries. The security detail remained at the door. Another man came over to us and asked us if we were okay. He said he was going to show us things of Inerton that few had ever seen. We drank our coffee asking questions. One of the women leaned over to be and said, “this is too weird. Thanks for all you have done for us.” She kissed me on the cheek and we stood to follow our host. He walked us down magnificent hallways, showing us incredible rooms, music and amazing creativity and invention. The women were on either side of me taking notes on tablets, explaining things to me. (My mind was reeling, where were the Olympics? Who was this man? Where were we going? How did my associates know what all this was? Why was I chosen for this? Oh, the questions…) Each room was exceedingly beautiful, with a variety of decors, themes and thought process. It was “crazy” to say the least. My associates, I could tell were getting anxious for some reason. They would look at each other and then to me. I could see something in their eyes, but I could not tell what it was. At some point I noticed the air was getting heavier, the walk seeming to slow and my thinking being burdened by what was to come. I began to sense this smell of something not unpleasant, but distinct. The air had thickened and the women had moved closer. Their note taking had slowed. I felt this rhythm in the ground. I sensed a magnetic feel to the air. My eyes no longer saw what was, but can only be described as what was coming. I was not fearful, but I knew I was wary. I sensed I was being watched but not in a bad way. Eyes were upon. As we went further, I smelled “defeat.” Not mine, but what was in the air. I felt as if I had “left the building.” Like a large window had opened and I had gone through it. The pulse was now behind me. And then I saw, the destruction of men and women. All around were the prison cells of principalities, powers and rulers…IMPRISONED!!!! And yet defeat was in the air. Shoulders were bent, heads bowed and hearts sunk. There was no sense of justice or hope. They were no yokes, no chains, no shackles. But somehow they were hearing the “heart of despair.” They looked like me, but they never raised their eyes, lifted their heads or saw light.

Remembered after posting.The “prisoners” had wires similar to taser wires that ran to the men and women who were free. Every time one would lift their head they would get a message. The wires were not really there, but they were.

I awoke from this dream. It was 4AM. I got up. Not quite feeling right. I walked to the bathroom. I asked a few questions of the Lord and went back to sleep. I awoke again about 6. All of a sudden I was sucked back into dream/vision.

We were back in the café. My associates began to ask me what I thought. They had not seen where I went when the window opened, but they knew what I had seen from a conversation after my return. They asked me what I thought of the rooms and the inventions and the creativity I had seen. Our conversation continued on and on. I was awakened my apartment buzzer. (My son and daughter-in-love were bringing my granddaughter over for the day while they celebrated their anniversary.)

I have had lots of questions in the last few hours.

First I began with the name of the city. Inerton. My research is nowhere complete. It has to do with physics, gravity and space.(Inerton is a quasi-particle, i.e. an elementary excitation of the physical space, which carries a fragment of a local volumetric fractal deformation of the spatial tessel-lattice.) I am sure this dream has to do with the mysteries of the ages, an understanding of God in how He functions in creativity, the inventions of God and our ability to transcend natural constraints of time, nature and more.
I suspect the two associates were angels. Representatives of God on some level to assure my safety. Because of all the notes taken perhaps a “recording” angel of sorts. Ezekiel 9:3-4
^3-4The Glory of the God of Israel ascended from his usual place above the cherubim-angels, moved to the threshold of the Temple, and called to the man with the writing case who was dressed in linen: “Go through the streets of Jerusalem and put a mark on the forehead of everyone who is in anguish over the outrageous obscenities being done in the city.”
The rooms open my mind to the very near coming of inventions and creativity above and beyond what we can imagine. Free energy (freely given, freely received.), abundance of foods (Proverbs 13:23 A poor person’s land might produce much food, but it is unjustly swept away. Injustice will be overcome.) and the overcoming on natural laws and physics.
The “hum” and the magneticity are a “sound of the ground.” There is a heartbeat of power we are tapped into. All the smell and heavier air I believe is the charged atmosphere of the presence of God.
The Olympics-I have concluded that it has to do with works. That I thought we would “see” man on display. What I saw was the power and the encounter of God.
The terrorism at the airport. We have developed systems and theories as to the “warfare” we would engage in. I feel that the “terrorism” was perhaps even a strategy of the Lord.
This leads me to the highway landing. Why a highway? The scriptures talk about Isaiah 49:11 “I will make all My mountains a road, And My highways will be raised up.” There is an understanding I believe that is rapidly coming into the body of Christ of the finished work, the complete victory and the grace of God. Isaiah 35:8 said this. “A highway will be there, a roadway, And it will be called the Highway of Holiness. The unclean will not travel on it, But it will be for him who walks that way, And fools will not wander on it.” God has made a legal provision for all and it has provision that satisfied. The next verse tells us where they will be found. Luke 14:23 said, “And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges, and constrain them to come in, that my house may be filled.” There is a provision that has been made, a filling of the house and the way of holiness complete. Even as the poles were clipped off the communication of the enemy was destroyed.
It is here I address the area where the enemy was locked up and yet people lived in fear, discouragement and despair. All of the enemy was locked up and yet like a crime boss on the inside of a jail he instilled fear and ruled over a people. All they had to do was look up, look around and they would have seen the scourge of their life was convicted, captured and constrained.

Clearly I walk from this dream knowing the Lord has made all provision, destroyed the enemy and rewarded His people.

Word-Today God’s people will see all that He has done, all that He has accomplished. The answers to energy, food and resource have been given. Today is the day that as we truly understand His rest, we will see all these answers unfold before us. The enemy’s communication is being severed even as I write. Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This [is] the word of the LORD unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts. (emphasis mine) Zechariah 4:6 F