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The wolf and the oil

I dreamed this two nights ago but am just writing it now. To whoever else God gives things to share, stay encouraged. Sometimes it seems as if a thousand things come at you to get in the way. Push through while resting in His grace. I'm learning to do this more every day.

The dream.

It began in a wild west type small town with only one standing building where everybody was staying. It looked like a ghost town.

In these types of dreams, I am an observer and see what's happening in a detached way as one in a museum.

A young child led me through the empty streets of the town and told me everyone stayed in the building for fear of a werewolf that lived outside. Going out meant he could attack you and he was always looking for someone to attack.

She told me he was invisible but it was possible to see him with special glasses.

Then the girl was gone and it was just me outside.

I saw this animal they spoke of. He looked like a wolf, covered in dark fur but walked and thought like a man. I watched as he attacked someone who was outside at dusk. The poor man was covered in scratches from head to toe and unconscious. Then the wold did something strange.

He dragged the unconscious man into some nearby bushes.

I was made to know that this wolf figure did not actually kill anyone. He scratched them up and then hid their body until they succumbed to their wounds. It was as if his scratches were poisonous in some way.

I was made to see the remedy. It was oil. The names of many oils were given but I could only remember two: tea tree and thieves, which I believe is an oil blend. I was made to know that if these oils were applied- I saw them being drenched over his woundthe man would be made well and that was why the wolf was hiding the body. So no one could treat him.

The next scene was me being aware of the wolf's thought which that he wanted to attack a person that was praying. In the dream, there was someone praying in the building, and the wolf wanted to get rid of him.

That's all.

When I woke up from the dream it was around 3am and I noticed I had an insanely painful sore throat. I mean bad. It was surprising and felt unnaturally painful, if that makes sense. The day before I'd written about Believing for Better and another post on healing so the words were fresh on my lips to come against this pain. Without rising I spoke to it and cursed it in Jesus' name. I felt a type of anger for this pain trespassing in my body. I told it I am healed by His stripes, seated in heavenly places, and told my throat to come into alignment with these truths.

Still tired, I fell back asleep and woke up to the pain being 100% gone. It's two days later and it's still gone.

I tend to take aspects of dreams too literally and asked God if I should buy thieves oil, but was reminded of a phrase He gave me about a week ago, "Some of you are using essential oils where anointing oil is needed."

"Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord." James 5:14

If you can call in people to pray with you, seasoned believers, that is ideal. But if you are alone, or it's just you and your family, don't hesitate to anoint with oil and pray.

The wolf feeling hatred for the man in the building who was praying told me evil is hindered by our prayers.

The last aspect of the dream that stood out was how the scratches did not kill the person, being isolated from people who could pray and anoint him with oil is what would have.

Whatever happens in the near or distant future, I urge you to do whatever it takes to pray for an anoint with oil those you care for and love.

Those were the elements made known in the dream, the remedy: prayer and anointing oil.

It's also worth noting that the whole town was afraid of this wolf figure who was not all powerful. His wounds could not even in themselves kill. There was just one of him. He was no omnipresent or very strong, in fact, he was quite thin. The fear of him was worse than his power.

If even two or three people came against him, I'm sure they could have wrestled him to the ground except for the fact that they believed he was scary. The legend of him was what kept them afraid.

In the end, it was the power of faith, through the anointing with oil and prayer that had the power to save the scratched man.

That's the dream.

Whatever the next few months or years hold, remembering the promises of God and the healing power of faith in Jesus is going to be important. Not giving in to fear is going to be extremely important. Recognizing the power of prayer is going to be critical. Fear makes things look bigger than they are. When we are rooted in the Spirit, rather than the shifting shadows of the world, we don't have to walk in fear.

I'm just going to write this verse again here.

"Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord." James 5:14

Have a peaceful day. Love, Bunmi ♥️


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