I had a dream last night about a decision that God had made that I disagreed with. God had taken the Earthly life of someone that I wanted to work with before I got the chance to work with them. This person was going through turmoil and I was ready, eager and willing to help this particular person as I am with so many others like him. I had done it before with success, and I was confident that with time I would be able to help this person by empowering him to fix his problems and improve beyond his limiting beliefs. And his dreams.  

The circumstances behind this case are long and not necessary to get an understanding of this story. Suffice to say that God took his body from this world before I could get the chance to do the work on this case that God had granted me continuing life in this world to do.

I was upset, but not at God. I know that he does all sorts of things that I could never understand and that I am His servant. It was part of a design I could not know and thus I know not to get “angry” at God for things like this. But I still wanted an answer, if he would grant me one, so I decided to arrange a meeting with Him, myself, death, and the spirit of the man who had just lost his body.

I sat in an office, not my office, but an office, at a table with death as we waited for God to allow us His presence (and the presence of the recently taken person).

While I was sitting, waiting, with death I gave him an earful about how this decision confused and angered me. “Why did He order him taken now?”, “He brought me back from my illness to fix problems just like this!”, “He knows I can do it, He is the one who made me go through my trial to learn how!” “There wasn’t even a chance for me to begin to work on this!” I half-yelled at death at the table.

Death, as he always does, shrugged his shoulders. Appearing, per usual, to not be caring or uncaring. Death was always a simple guy to me. Not a bad guy or a good guy. A servant of God, like me. Death has a simple task. God says that someone’s body should be taken from this world and death does what he is told. He performs his simple task, just like me.

I always viewed death as a guy who did his job and did not ever open his mind. In my previous job, when I actively sent a lot of bad people to death (for the right reasons) I actually learned to like him a bit. But I always viewed him as a relaxed guy who was content in his singular mission and servitude to God. He was content to never question. That was his way. A simple “man”. Also, I never found him at all intimidating. Again, I do not fear the servant.

I even told death that I would kick his ass if he tried to come at me before I was done with my mission. The Man Himself would have to take me, I said in anger and frustration. Death would never be strong enough to take a run at me before I did what I was sent to do.

After giving him an earful on this case I told him that I KNEW he was a simple servant, as I am, and that he was just doing what the Man had ordered him to do.

As an aside, I don’t know God’s true name, so I often just refer to Him with reverence by one of many names. I call Him with the greatest respect “The Man” (even though I know he is beyond human concepts like gender/sex/title/religion/whatever), “Father” (He is the Father of us all), “The Boss” (because He is the True Authority over all others, The Final Authority), “The King”, “The Beginning and End”, etc. I call Him what I am compelled to at the time but always with the greatest of all reverence and respect.

After I told death that I was frustrated but fine with just what a simple dude he (death) was, he looked down at the table. This is as close to “sorry man, I just do what I am told like you.” as he will ever get. But after years of working with this guy, I feel I understand him better than some. And I don’t blame him. He is a simple servant of the King. Like me.

“Alright, bro.”, I said to death. “I just want to ask God ‘Why?’ and ‘What should I do?’”

Next, I am in a place of infinite white light that does not blind. The soul of the one who just lost his body is with me. A confused man who clearly does not know what to say. I look at him and try to make him feel comfortable with me. He looks down. He seems to have some regret (something I want to work with him about getting rid of) and also he seems unsure of what to do in the presence of Our Father.

God, the Infinite Light, is there also.

“God I don’t understand why this happened. I was going to help this man, it was your Will, I know how to do it, you showed me how and brought me back so I could do just this.” I said.

As I usually do, I talked too fast due to my passion and excitement and asked God another question immediately after. Part of me knew He wouldn’t answer it anyway, as it was clearly not my right to know (at least not right now). If God wanted me to know the answer, He could tell me whenever He wanted to.

“I need your help, Father. You and the spirit of the man who recently lost his body. This man’s family is down there and they are suffering, I need your help to support them through this and make them stronger so that this is not just a tragedy but a catalyst to make things better for others who are suffering!”

“I need you to help to go to them in spirit and fill them with hope and positivity and motivation to make things better!” I pleaded.

“That is your job.” God said.  

I’ve been around a long time and I’ve been doing this a long time. When The Man says something like that you don’t argue. You just do it.

“Yes, Father.” I said. “It is my job and I will do it.” “Thank you.” I said as the frustration and anger in my heart and mind turned to unrelenting, unstoppable resolve to do His Will.

I then went to the position of attention. I conducted a respectable “about face” movement, and I began to forward march to begin my mission. I LOVE it when the Boss speaks so clearly to me. He didn’t used to do that, or maybe He did and I was too foolish to listen.

Whatever.

I know now. And that’s all that matters.

Later at another place, one I do not remember so well, I talked with the spirit of the man who recently lost his body.

“Look man.” I said.

“God took your body, maybe to ease your suffering, I don’t really know. But I DO know that you and I have to get to work to make sure your memory and presence is a source of love, strength, caring, positivity and motivation for your family and for others. We have to work everyday at it. You are actually stronger now without that body than you were with it. We are gonna get to work now and we can really do some powerful things for the people we love. And the people who are suffering.”

The man who recently lost his body gave me the same look that many people give me when they don’t know exactly what I mean but their instincts tell them that I am right.

Again, I have been down this road so many times before. I know exactly what to do. God put me through a trial to teach me how to help others who are suffering. I thank Him for His lessons.

“Don’t worry man, I got you. We are going to do this.” I said.

He looked up and gave a quick nod, the kind where he agrees and will probably go along, he just needs to process a bit first. His eyes were very sad, but I know that in time they will not be that way. Like all of the regular people I deal with daily, he doesn’t know his own power yet.

It is my job to teach him how to use his power so he can go forth and spread light throughout this world and others.

No body needed.

That was what happened to me last night. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was a meeting with The Boss and the man who recently lost his body. I don’t really know. And I don’t need to know.

I know the Boss gave me my orders and it is time to go to work.

Forward

March.

Clint Allsup, Simple Servant of God

 

 

 

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