Released January 10, 2017
Theresa Harvard Johnson
DREAM SUMMARY:
In a dream, I was standing on a mountain top’s highest peak. I was dressed in this modern-day priestly mantle holding a silver staff and looking out over the earth as a chosen scribe of God. This position was my purpose and destiny, and I knew it with everything in me. Below, there was a sea of artisans and scribes – equally adorned in breath-taking, heavenly gear – standing in military-style formation between other giant mountains, filling in the valleys as far as the eye could see. At the tops of those mountain peaks were other artisans – also wrapped in mantles and holding their respective staffs. To my right was this GIANT ancient, weathered book, inkwell and intricately designed stylus or dipping pen. As I gazed upon the book, the cover flew open and the pages began to flip rapidly as words rose from them and into the earth… reaching through time, space. Inwardly, I knew that book contained the times and seasons of God for some critical projects destined to reach the earth.