JESUS GARDENS DESTROYED BY THE WORLD DREAM

By Brian Charles

As I lay asleep one night recently in Tucson, I had this powerful dream. It was vivid, and very emotional, and I seem to receive about one prophetic
dream like this per year. It seems to mirror events in my life in 1989, when I lived in State College, Pennsylvania, and had rented some garden plots
from a local farmer, and eventually had to move out of that little rich town because of a lack of finances and opportunity.
DREAM BEGINS:
I was standing out in the middle of this very huge farm field. It must have been a section or so (640 acres) as it was very large. It had
nothing at all growing on it except for my two little gardens. The top of the barren soil of this farm field was covered with rocks and
pebbles, and I was walking out into the middle of this huge field to visit my gardens when all of a sudden there were all of these
large agricultural machines and other vehicles like trucks headed straight for me from all different angles. I had to quickly step aside
onto this little triangular piece of farmland to avoid being run over by all of these farm machines and equipment heading my way! I
stepped beside my first garden and, oh the beauty of the wild flowers and herbs and heirloom corn and vegetables! But it was soon
plowed under by the farm machinery. Oh, I see the clary sage with upright leaves, and I wanted to pick some and smell the
wonderful sage herbal smell, but I see them in my mind as just a memory now. Next to where my first garden was passed by this
large agricultural machine that made raised beds for strawberries, and the soil that was plowed up was dark and rich-looking, as
dark and rich as magnetite black sand. As this machine passed by I heard the noise of fwip fwip fwip as it was inserting little
black irrigation hoses for the strawberry beds. I quickly walked to my second garden, and oh I quickly looked at the wildflowers, and
herbs, and heirloom vegetables as I hurried around itit was the last time I would see my garden. There was this one wildflower, it
was called Fireball. It was a mass of little red flowers on stems, and when I was looking down at it, it looked exactly like a flaming
fireball the size of a bowling ball! But it lost that effect after I was touching the flowers and got pollen all over the place, and now it
was just a mass of yellow flowers. Oh how I wanted to pick my herbs and flowers and vegetables, but I didnt have the time, as
things were transpiring so quickly in the field. My gardens were so beautiful, all the plants and flowers complimenting each other in
the French gardening style. Now they are gone, forever gone, plowed under by the cruel machinery. I hurried around my garden,
and the planting crews had not even got around to planting strawberry transplants when all of a sudden I stepped on the floor of a
department store! I was no longer in the huge farm field, I was now inside one super-huge store, which occupied the farm field
now, and was like as big as 15 or 20 Super-Walmarts in size. I was standing next to some noveau-antiques, this merchandise which
was the latest trendnewly manufactured antique-looking vases and pots and signs which were all the rage in retailing. DREAM ENDS
Many pastors have destroyed my vineyard, they have trodden my portion under foot, they have made my pleasant
portion a desolate wilderness. Jeremiah 12:10 King James Version (KJV)
Brian Clayton Charles Prophetic Ministry, 1505 West Saint Marys Road #277, Tucson, AZ 85745-3107