The Dream I Never Told Anyone Until Now.
I was walking alone beside a silent brick building — abandoned, forgotten. The walkway was covered, shadowed. Wooden benches lined the wall like old servants waiting for a master who never returned.
On one of them I saw it — a black velvet pillow, embroidered with a golden eagle, radiant and royal.
I reached for it… but paused. “It may belong to someone,” I thought. So I walked on.
To my right were nine great bins, filled to the brim with glowing coals. They burned without sound. A judgment fire. A refining fire. A forgotten altar.
At the end of the path, I turned back. Someone threw the pillow into the fire. I gasped. “I should have taken it, it was unwanted.”
Again it happened. Then again.
On the third time, I ran. I reached in. And I pulled it out before the flames could claim it.
Beneath the pillow were two chalk caricatures. Distorted, childlike, whimsical. And yet… they shielded the pillow. It had not burned. The vision was preserved.
I entered the brick mansion. It was vast. Hollow. Echoes filled the halls where greatness once stood.
On the walls: only shadows. I saw the outline of a great grandfather clock—arched, dignified. Like one I would later see in the Capitol.
I stepped into a paneled office. Empty. i went out to the main empty room, as i looked, the ornate furniture began to re appear where it once stood, matching the outlines perfectly. i went back to the office.
There where people milling about there, young people. Well-dressed. Talking nonsense. They did not belong.
I said quietly but firmly: “This is my office. Leave.”
And they did. They knew it was mine.
The pillow did not burn. The fire could not destroy what was mine.
Though I hesitated once… I returned. Though others threw it away… I rescued it.
Now I remember the clock. I restore the mansion. I reclaim the office.
I receive the eagle. I carry the mantle. And I will not walk beside the house again.
But, what was mine ? the house, the furniture, the pillow? no, it was the calling to restore what had been lost and discarded
What Does It Mean?
The eagle pillow is a calling — once offered, nearly lost, then reclaimed. The chalk drawings are the distorted memories of who I once was — enough to shield the truth beneath. The fire is judgment, trial, and purification. i watched it go up in flames two times. yet another time and this time i knew to act immediately.
And the office? The office is mine. It was always mine.
This dream speaks of legacy, stewardship, and the sacred duty of restoration. Not for glory. Not for fame. But because the house is waiting to be filled again, to be restored..
I will dwell in it.
Declaration
In the name of Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, I declare this day:
I have seen the ruins.
I have walked beside the abandoned house.
I have remembered what others forgot.
I have discerned what others discarded.The velvet pillow — the mantle — embroidered with the golden eagle,
was mine from the beginning.
I did not take it prematurely.
I did not seize it by force.
I watched it cast into the fire — but the fire could not consume it.I ran back.
I reached in.
And I pulled forth my calling before it was lost.Though distorted memories tried to shield it,
the Spirit of God preserved what was mine.
Now I reclaim what was always mine:
The vision. The voice. The authority. The inheritance.I stand in the office prepared for me.
I say to the pretenders: This is my office.
I take my seat, and the furniture is restored.
The House shall live again.I restore the clock.
I restore the time.
I restore the honor due the legacy I carry.I am no longer a watchman outside the wall.
I am a steward within the house.
I receive the mantle.
I walk in the authority of the eagle.
I speak with the voice of truth.
I restore what was broken.In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Perhaps you had been called once, perhaps you think your callng is lost, it is not.
Step fully into the office.
Don’t delay. Don’t question it. Begin acting from it — speaking, writing, teaching, correcting, calling forth.
🔹 Restore the rooms of the mansion.
Revive what the Spirit once placed in the Church, the family, and the nation. Build back the structure. You remember where the furniture stood.
🔹 Publish the vision.
Whatever you were called to do: Write, film, speak, proclaim. Others threw it away. You saved it. Now declare it.
🔹 Accept the mantle.
The eagle on black velvet is now emblematically in your hand. Receive the authority. Receive the vision. Receive the flight of the eagle, mount up on the Wings of the Lord.
“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” — Isaiah 40:31
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