Dream of Magnificent Black Horse and Getting your "House" in order and clean.

I love when I think about something Abba has shown me a dream or a vision or out of body spiritual realities....reminds me in the theater of my mind....only He can do this...

And it is for a purpose and for His glory and honor. I was thinking on this a couple days ago and discussing it with my husband.   We know what it means and Abba has given us both the depths of understanding of this entire dream. This morning I found it on my memory newsfeed. 

In obedience to Him....I share to you.

This horse is a very incredibly  huge black majestic horse. Normally I see white horses. He is very shiny and sleek.

It’s hair on the right side was braided back along its neck and it was about to take off in flight in  a quick determined Holy purpose. Kim

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THE DREAM 

I was in this house. It is my house. I was trying too take very good care of it. Being diligent and not lazy, inside it. 

I was making it brighter. More light. Putting candles and lamps everywhere. Stocking up everything I needed to keep it clean and bright. Cleaning windows. Removing old dusty things and anything that did not let light in. A woman, that looked a lot like my momma,  was there sitting in a beautiful chair, watching me. Smiling at me. I remember her eyes and her smile. He eyes were so blue and full of light. Her smile was happy and full of love toward me. Her hair was an incredible blonde I’ve never seen before. Almost glowing. Her gown was clean and bright too. 

She watched me preparing my house. 

(I have seen her before. I’ve seen her watching over my life and the things I do. She has aided me before. She has been in many of my dreams. I have written of her before, when I have shared some dreams and visions. Even when I died in my basement from a seizure. She was the one who came to me, touched my head, revived me and aided me up two flights of stairs to my bed. She never says anything to me though. Just smiles beautifully and watches over me. In my dreams of going to the great room, to finish sewing into my beautiful tapestry.  She is with me. She watches over me. And she has been instructed to not take me into glory, until I put my seal on my beautiful tapestry, lay it down and say, “I’m ready now.” 

She is the one that gives me the ancient scroll with a red ribbon tied around it. It has a beautiful dark emerald ring tied into the red ribbon on the scroll. She gave me this scroll after I had passed and I was watching my family at a restaurant after I had passed.)

Now back to the dream....she watched me cleaning up my house. 

I wanted everyone to be taken care of, but I could not take care of their house or rooms for them.

I wanted everything in my house to be full of brightness, clean and my house set and full of Light and Life. 

There was another person there...she was in an old chair. I knew she was a “Sister” to me. We were “Sisters.”  But not by blood and not by the same spirit. Her spirit was dark.

She Not my momma’s daughter though. 

She sat in a seemingly broken chair, dust and dirty chair. She seemed comfortable in her chair. And she had dark matted hair.  Dark sleepy eyes.  Her clothes were worldly. Her face was pale.  No smile. Looked grumpy and like she would say smart aleck things if given a chance too. She didn’t want to see me cleaning up and making things bright with  Life and Light. She didn’t want to see me cleaning up my house. She took no part in it. I did not say anything to her. It was like I couldn’t. Like it was her choice alone to decide to clean her house and rooms. Because she knew better. She knew what she should do, but chose not to. 

She was sitting near the door. 

There was a knock at the door. Packages arrive. Something expected. Something marvelous. I was expecting. She did not want to answer the door. She looked at me across the room and said flatly and with attitude, “Will you answer that door.” 

I just looked at her and she said to me, “Fine!” 

And she answered the door. I saw no one was at the door but that there were the expected packages there only. The “Sister”  brought in the packages. 

She placed them just inside the door. No further. 

I was excited about the packages. I needed them to help me clean up my house. 

I continued to do my cleaning and brightening. 

She was frustrated with me. She got up to leave to go to the city and do things there. 

I decided since she left, it would be an opportunity to see her Room. 

So I went toward the back of the house to her room. 

I opened the door, it creaked opened like a rusted old door would. 

It was very dark in her Room. Very dark. 

I felt for the light switch and clicked it on. 

I saw so much clutter. Stuff just cluttered and stuffed, in chests and boxes everywhere. Things thrown about in the room. I didn’t even see a bed. 

The window was covered in webs and dust and a dark curtain blocked out all light. Past all that clutter, I saw a baby crib. And toward the back of the crib, next to the wall under the dirty dark window was a baby boy. About 6 months old. He was laying on his side, facing me. Asleep. The sight of seeing a baby alarmed me. I didn’t know she had a baby in there! 

I was very concerned for the baby boy. 

I went to him. I had to navigate myself through her Room, through all the clutter and boxes to get to him. Dust flew through the air, as I moved about to get to him. 

I reached him. I reached out my arms to pick him up. To protect and rescue him. 

Before I could. He instantly opened his eyes and spoke to me. 

He said, “Please Pray For Me Right Now.” 

I was amazed he spoke to me. As he was only a baby. 

I immediately said, “Yes. I will right now.” 

And I put my right hand upon his head and begin to pray for him. 

Prayers of healing, rescue and blessings. ABBA’s love and help over him.

But I was not to remove this baby. 

 I wanted to. But was not to remove him. It was not for me to remove him. I don’t know why. But I obeyed the firmness, of the knowing, that I was not the one to remove him. 

I went straight to the woman, in the beautiful chair and told her about the baby boy. And I asked her, How could my “Sister” just leave her baby like that and do what she wants to do and not take care of him or love him? 

“Why does she not give him Light and Pray for him?”

She never answers me. She is observing. Watching over me. 

Then....

I hear a knock at the door again. 

I go to open it. There stood two people. A man and a woman. They had old fashioned brooms in their left hands. They stood side by side. Very close. Their clothes had no Light.  But the clothes were to look clean to others. Who could not see Truth. 

But I could see they were wearing dusty clothes. 

They had pale faces. Dark eyes and deceiving smiles. 

The man spoke to me. 

He said, “We Came To Sweep Your Porch.” 

“You can give us a donation, after we are done.” 

Immediately I said a very loud and firm voice, “No!”

“You are not welcomed here! You are not going to sweep my porch!”

“You go away!” 

They turned and left. They went to other houses. 

I shut the door and said-to the woman in the beautiful chair, “That was Deceiving bad people who came here and tried to sweep my porch.” 

“I would not let them.” 

Then....

I looked out my window and saw a Big, beautiful, black, sleek, shinny horse.  Majestic. His hair on his head was braided on the right side and went down the back of his neck. 

He was laying on the ground. But not comfortably. 

I went outside to see why. Why was he there in my front yard and laying down? 

Who put him there like this? 

I went to him. 

He was tied down with strong ropes. 

He could not get up. 

It alarmed me. I looked around to see if anybody was near or who could have done this to him. 

I talked to him. 

I told him, I was going to help him. 

I was going to set him free. 

I told him, I was going into my house to get him some nourishment and that I’d be right back to help him. 

I went into my house quickly and got some fresh carrots, chopped them up and brought them out to him.  

I felt I needed to give them to him before I could untie him,  so he could stand in strength. 

After I fed him and untied him.  He stood very quickly. 

He stood so tall. So big. 

So magnificent. 

He suddenly had wings. Big black shiny wings.  Just unfolded right out and ready for flight. When he was on the ground tied, I didn’t see the wings. But set free...he just unfolded them from his body. To take flight. 

His back legs reared upward and stood him up higher. 

His front legs reared upward, ready to go. 

He faced forward toward the sky. He flew up.  And was gone. 

He had something very important to do. Something Abba wanted him to do. 

I stood there. Thinking. I said out loud...”I need to learn to fly. I have got to fly too.” 

As soon as I said that...people seemed to hear me. They began to show up around me. Some to help me. Some to stop me. There were ones who wanted to stop me from learning how to develop and exercise my wings  and to practice  flying. They wanted to trap me. To put me on the ground too.  To be docile and compliant. 

To keep me here. 

I pressed on and upward.  

Every time my wings got fuller and stronger and I went higher..they wanted so badly to clip my wings, so I could not fly. 

The good people...they often intervened to help and aid me to fly and succeed.  At one point a very strong man, came to aid me.  He had long hair. Sure face. He could swipe out his right arm and sweep away the bad people from me.  They were afraid of him. He put me in his arms and raised me up. Above his head.  The people looked at me sneering and seething. Upset. They wanted me to not go. To not fly. To not be free. 

He pushed me upward and my wings were fully healed and strong. 

It was a battle the whole time before that point, But one I had to keep preservering in. The man pushed me upward and let me soar higher and higher. Away. From this world. The others who had aided me...they were joyful and praising Abba. 

My house was clean and bright. 

The Black Horse was doing The Father’s Purposes. 

I was preparing to go Home with others like me, who were doing all the things I was doing in my house, and to fly. They were in their houses too and also preparing to fly. Also in battles. Also being aided. Also flying now. 

Many were flying. Many chose not to clean their house or to fly. 

To Elohim be all glory, honor and power. 

Kimberly Wenrich  

Written,

September 15, 2020

Edited 18, 2023