The year 1973 was significant to me for two reasons; the 1973 oil crisis and a particularly vivid and powerful dream I remembered on waking. It had threads of reality weaved within it as there was a blast of a good time jam packed all inclusive party in the actual apartment I was living in at the time.

At the edge of a deep cliff overlooking the Turcot trainyards of Montreal, I had an unobstructed view of the mighty St. Lawrence River, to the farthest extension of the horizon south to the US of A.

Suddenly, the the old, 2 story building collapsed into a pile of rubble as the earth shook violently. Climbing out and shaking the dust off, toward the northern view, I could see the real park across St. Jacques Street and the highrise buildings in the distance on the higher cliffs of Notre Dame de Grace swaying back and forth.

A Rolls Royce was parked in the street in front of the rubble that used to be my apartment. Getting in and turning on the radio, the only thing coming over all radio bands was, “You have to go to him. He wants you.”

Thinking that was the person I thought of as my best friend on earth at the time, I drove over to a fabulous dream apartment, not his real life one, having a commanding view of the entire City of Montreal.

“Frank! What’s Happening,” I asked, arriving at this amazing  dream apartment. “It looks like the end of the world to me,”  he said.      Asking “what do you think we should do?” he said, “If it is the end of the world there isn’t anything we can do about it, so let’s relax and enjoy. If it isn’t the end of the world, lets relax and enjoy anyway.”

He put on a long playing vinyl album on a sound system looking like the kind today’s professionals use. The needle got stuck in the groove, and over and over again it played, “You can’t stay here. You have to go to him. He wants you.”

Stunned on hearing that and backing away from the grand sunken living room, I backed into a tree standing in a corner of the room. The branches of the tree embraced me saying, “You can’t stay here. You have to go to him. He wants you.”

Not knowing who or where he was, I was running on St.Catherine Street as it was in those days. People were running in a panic and I was running in a panic like everyone else.

Bumping into somebody, I fell down and got up. Dodging things falling from the sky, I would stumble and fall. Getting up, I ran and climbed over collapsed rubble, falling and getting up again.

The obstacles seemed endless. Eventually from shear exhaustion, I collapsed and gave up. I couldn’t run any more. At this point, the sky parted, and just a hand came down out of the sky, and picked me up. I woke up being lifted up in the palm of the hand.

Maybe I was a slow learner to put 2 + 2 together, but it took two more years after that dream before I came alive to God or God came alive to me on February 1, 1975  as I was turning 30. That Day was as unexpected and as powerful an experience to me personally, as I imagine was the conversion of Saul on the Road To Damascus.

The hand has been there for me time and time again since then.

NOTICE: The following video has graphic scenes of revolting, disgusting, fearful, sickening violence, evil, and the depravity of man’s brutality toward man from the Past. This is not for the weak at heart.

If we cannot face the evils from our Past, and learn from them while it is called Today, we will be ill-equipped to deal with them in the world of Tomorrows of the Future if humanity does not changes it’s values and ways?

For Now we have Faith, Hope and Love, but the Greatest of these is Love.

1 Corinthians 13

11 thoughts on “I HAD A DREAM

  1. Very well written Ray. It is very difficult to write about Israel and Gaza given the emotional intensity people of both sides express. I have friends in Israel, so I tend to try to not critize them, but it is getting to the point where Israel is creating its own problems in its treatment of Gaza and its land grabs. They have recently pass a number of laws segragating Arabs in a manner that reminds one of the old racially divided South Africa. Hopefully the people of Israel with realize the direction they are going in and change direction. They are losing the support of the rest of the world very fast now.


  2. Ray, you have had an experience with God, — as I have, and Carl has, — the lawyers will fight you tooth and nail where ever you post. But I don’t think that is going to keep you from delivering the truth!
    We can pray that someday they see. ‘They’ being all in darkness to whom the glorious Gospel has not shined into their hearts.
    BTW, in my conversion I also saw a hand. I’ll tell you my story one day if you like.


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