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I am reminded of this dream of mine a lot recently.

I believe, the great turn to race to the Mountain Top is now being unfolded in the coming near future...

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Dream of 007 and Mr. Bean and Racing to the Mountain Top
11.12.2007 Monday

I had a very strange dream last night. It is so vivid and impressive, and I pray for some time, try to gain some insight form the Lord. He showed me bits and pieces and I know that I need to write it down to capture the details of it and see how things come together and to pass.

It starts with the part that I am jumping and leaping on top of heights-walls, stones, or roofs, etc, whatever in my way. I would jump from top to top with much ease as if I had been able to do so for some time. (I had such dreams before.)

007

As I was leaping and jumping, another person jumped in front me-obviously he had been jumping and leaping all this time. I tried to pay my tribute and respect to him-he is the famous 007, sir Sean Connery. It dawned to me that he is the starter of the game or something, indeed a forerunner of me.

Yet he looked at me scornfully, even showed great contempt and criticism as if I would ruin such artful practice- he thought that there should be no other doing this without his permission or acknowledgement. I could almost read his mind, that He thought I had learned it a wrong way even I was doing it. After he scrutinized me, he decided to leave me asap. Now I could see that he was really old and out of shape, not quite fit for the practice any more. He lost all the charm and strength as appeared in those movies and he made the first move and it didn’t do. So I approach him and tried to lift him up, he brushed me away with the pride that he knew what he was doing and he was better off without me messing around. I felt very embarrassed-I just want to help. He left me with the impression on me that I should never make the same mistake, never. This man indeed is hard as iron or rock as the Chinese saying goes… What a strange encounter…

Mr. Bean

Now I continued on, felt very free to run my own course, which was the very opposite where the famous guy was heading for. Seems that I was heading for where he came from and he was heading for where I came from. We were running the exact opposite direction. (I have not received any understanding about this, yet intuitively I know I need to stress this detail and its implication is significant.)

I was leaping and jumping again, now with no one around. I began to pay attention to the attractions on my way. I looked into this window and that yard-it was an area where house after house pile together. As I was casually peeking around, I suddenly sensed someone was looking at me. I looked straight. Well, there it was. A guy with only his head over the wall was enjoying my enjoying myself. It was as if I was caught. I quickly examined myself. No, I was just curious and did nothing out of a bad conscience-I was ok. The next part I forgot, whether he called me first or I just walked-I mean, leaped, to him. Anyway we made acquaintance and sat down at somewhere under a tree. Now I have to disclose the identity of this man. He is Mr. Bean with that funny, innocent, yet little foolish face. He seemed, however, wise enough for me. He knew my trick and had enjoyed it himself. So his watching me rather brought him to a reminiscence of his past.

In our short conversation, I really began to love this honest, open and wise guy. There was no pompousness or self-assertiveness in this man. He seemed to as young as I was in his manner yet at the same time old and wise in his thoughts. He was easy and plain like the water-as the Chinese saying goes. … What a wonderful personality!

The Widow and Her Children

He invited me to make a visit to his home as he so called it. It was not far away. Actually it was just on my way (I could vaguely and intuitively know that I had a direction and destination in my journey all the time.) Suddenly I was transferred to an idyll place, a place resembling the beauty and romance of the home of Feredo in the movie of The Lord of Rings. Small residences scattered here and there. They were simply built but with such beautiful designs that you would not think they were to be used as living places. I was led following an artfully paved trail to a twin structure at the end. I saw in a distance that some young girls moving in the left one. But on my right was a house used as a living room or something. It dawned to me at the moment that we were making a visit to some long-missing relatives of mine.

As the hosts-the mother age about over 40 with her two or three girls, 15 or so and less. Suddenly I recognized who they were-the mother was a widow of one of my dearest uncle. I cautiously introduced myself, and this proved to be a great surprise. Someone from home! The girls began to jump around, laughing and crying. The mother sat solemnly there, shocked.

(Now I think I need to add more details to this by describing a bit of my relationship with this uncle. He was about 10 years younger than my father, a son of one of my father’s uncle. Two families were very close. Actually because of my father was the oldest in these brothers. He was naturally the leader for all of them. They would turn to him for help and counsel every time they had difficulty or dispute. However this particular uncle enrolled in the army when he was young and later on was promoted in a region far away from home, the northwest. Then he settled there after got out the army and started a factory. He made visits during the years and always came to my father to pay respect and tribute. One special things about him was that he treated my as an equal, different from any one else of their generation. I loved and enjoyed his presence. However, I never met his wife until I was a grown-up and really never get to know her not mention to deeply care about her. And one more strange thing is that my uncle was still alive the last time I heard of him. )

Then she began to share with her life in past years after my uncle passed away. They were left alone in a land with no relative around, and they could not find any help. Then the couple, my new friend and his wife, approached them and offered them help. They had been living peacefully and happily with them ever after that, but they always missed the relatives and family. My aunt was full of thankfulness with the help from these precious people. As she was describing her past life, the sorrow and compassion gripped me. The emotion was so strong that I began to uncontrollably weep. I just could not get over the sense of loneliness and abandonment through all these years in the widow’s heart. This sudden outburst of mine caught all of them in surprise. I could sense in my tears and cries that they were quite puzzled and at lost at my absurd response. I felt a little shamed of myself by causing so much trouble. I should be the one to comfort others and now I seemed need more comfort than anyone else. I tried to stop and I just couldn’t. It was as if I was gripped by another. Finally I came to myself and manage to collect a bit.

Journey unto a Mountain

I was transferred again to the next scene. I was again on my leaping journey. But now I am leaping more robustly and quickly. I could sense the speedy ways how I rush from height to height and moved relentlessly forward to the direction that I know would lead me to the destination which was on my northwest, a height required much effort to get unto.

An Overview and Review

Suddenly, I was caught up somewhere far above. And I looked from on high the whole mountainous area that I traveled through and with a clear view of the terrain and road condition of it. Then I was shown almost like a play back of motorcycle race in which I won the first place without knowing it.
This part is so meaningful. I would not hesitate to get more into the details with an intention to express the implications as I now was disclosed to some of these.
Unto the Mountain We Go

I knew that my journey on the mountain is after I set out from Mr. Bean’s place. If it has any application to me, then it still should lie ahead of me. However, 007 and Mr. Bean, all are Britons, clearly imply the different ways and futures of the different types of leadership in the generation before me. So it would clearly point to two seasons ahead of me or even now in which I would be treated by different parts of western Christianity. The 007 type is, for the some part at least, being played out in my life even now. It just happened that I was talking to a sister last night, who bears clearly a prophetic gift, to address her personal situation. Then the Lord revealed to me a danger laid before some spiritual leaders in western Christianity. A season of transfer of leadership is now being unfolded. God clearly wants those of the older generation to lay their lives for the next generation, willing to pass on their torch and offer their service of help and support to the next generation of leadership, which is in many ways a new breed. They would not be restrained by old structural or organizational (business) way of doing things anymore. They would be kingdom-oriented rather than merely relation-oriented, or even lower, activity-oriented, spiritual-need-driven rather than human-need-driven. They will move like wind, a mighty wind, so their practices could not be formulated or regulated. They will quickly to yield to fruits of the Spirit rather than gifts of the Spirit. Actually God will pour out His spirit on them in such an amazing way that spiritual power or gifts will never be the things that they would lack. Rather, because they so want to please their heavenly Father, they would know intuitively it is the good fruits that the Vine would like to make them grow and Gardener would like to take joy in. They want and will be granted with the “real” things.

The Overview:
I saw clearly the mountain, there extended from the height which was in the northwest corner to the south and then east, was the route zigzagged its way up, yet in the last part, it started from the south west corner ran directly up to the north where the destination was. Yet there it was, along this slope was a path to its left (west), it was much straight and even broader. A path led to where the other treacherous and meandering path ended with. It seemed to lead up right from the foot of the mountain.

The Reviews:
I then saw figures like ants were moving quickly along the routes from the east side of the mountain, rushing unto south-westward. As my view got closer. I saw that it was actually a motorcycle race with me and few others in the leading position. Now we were climbing with much speed and danger along the treacherous route crossing the rocks and heights. We jumped down and up, with much vigor, courage, and relentlessness seldom witnessed in any racers as if this was the course of our lives, which indeed was. As we winded ahead to the north-west, after to the south (bottom) with cliffs on the edge. I saw as I already turned with others ahead toward north, those following behind who could not stop and change their direction, rushed into the valley and destroyed themselves. So they were few left as we heading north. I saw in the end I won the race with few partners a little behind of me.

It was intriguing to experience the complication of thoughts and feelings as I saw in my upper view I was rushing to the edge in the west and began to heading straight north and recognized that there had always been a hidden way on the other side. If only I could start my journey from the other side (west) of the mountain, I would not have to make such hard struggle to get on here. There seemed no one had ever journeyed along that path. As I talked to the Lord. He seemed revealed to me, however, that my impression is wrong. There Abraham journeyed unto Mount Moriah; Moses ascended unto Mount Sinai; Elijah rushed unto Mount Horeb; David marched unto Mount Zion…It is the hidden way of the Lord that he reveals to few.

How I wish we could ride my bike starting from there and then how many casualties we would be spared of! Yet a flash of revelation came to me that no one could climb that route with a bike. Laid in the middle part of the path were block after block of cut rocks heap up one after another. It was impossible for a bike to ride on.

I now knew that the Lord ordered this generation to have people, with all the complications of their lives to ascend unto His mountain. And He will order their ways for them.

I was amazed by the pictorial fashion how ways of the Lord was revealed to me. In one of the Psalms, it was said all the Israelite saw the wonders and signs God demonstrated, yet only Moses knew His ways. On Mount Sinai, holding the wonderfully-made tablets of the Law, witnessed the awe-struck power of the Lord, privileged as the unprecedented equal in His conversation, entrusted with the unbelievable task of leading His people, empowered with undoubted authority to work out signs and wonders, revealed with the shocking picture of the Heavenly Tabernacle, Moses cried out to the Lord: “Let me know your ways”, and God was ready to grant unto him the glory He is aching to share with us. Oh, how few would dare to know His ways!

I also recognized a new age is dawning in our sight. It is indeed implying a transfer of leadership and the deterioration of western Christianity, a sounding alarm for the awareness of our time. Yet it is also an old theme in the relationship between God and His people all through His history with us. He wants us all come to the fullness of His glory and yet man would only want to walk in their own time and restrained themselves by it as to camp themselves at the foot of the mountain. There will be camps be included by the mercy of the Lord, Aaron or Mr. Bean, whoever they are, but pitifully, many will fell into their own destruction and even never come to the knowledge of it before that moment visits them.

Lord, help Your people, especially me, not to turn to the way where we came from, grant us a singleness of our mind and a pure devotion of our hearts to run a race that is worthy of Your Name and Glory.

Show us Your ways, Oh, Lord, and allow us to finish the race along them, whatever it takes.