Preface: At the time of this vision, I barely knew any scripture. Visiting at my mothers house I had gone into her room to have quiet, away from the children and commotion of the household to be with THE LORD. This was the 4th or 5th vision/dream of JESUS and HIS kingdom in a long series. Even until this day HE continues to reveal the meaning of this vision and others according to HIS will. Even now my memory of this vision is stronger than my memories of real life events. (Going by previous visions I was aware that the next one would bring me to JESUS judgement seat.. but I did NOT expect it in this way or at that time.)

Son 3:4 When I had passed on from them, it was a little while until I found Him whom my soul loves. I seized Him, and I did not let Him go until I had brought Him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who conceived me.


Vision:

I found myself halfway between the bottom of the ocean and the top looking at a dead fish. THE LORD pulled me to the bottom which was filled with sharks and I was terrified, then I was yanked up through the ocean and the air to the edge of heaven. THE LORD began swinging me around in circles by my feet. I could see the edge of the earth and the edge of heaven and I was overcome by such an incredible feeling of completely overwhelming glory which I cannot describe. It felt like every single molecule in my body was going to blast itself into vapor, I couldn’t take it. I screamed as fast as a tongue twister "Put me down, put me down, put me down!" Then BOOM! I hit the floor of my mother’s bedroom on my face! I could feel the impact and the rough carpet against my face and hands as I began lifting myself up.

Still in the vision although I didn’t know it, I went out into the next room, sat down on a tool box and told my Mom and and step father there in that office what had just happened to me...

Next thing I knew I was driving down a country road with someone I couldn’t see in the passenger seat beside me. There was a farm on the left and three beautiful bald eagles in the middle of the road, just sitting there. I started slowing down to stop and the first eagle flew up over my car. The second was hovering at the level of my windshield, I hit it but not hard enough to kill it. The third was just taking off. I got out quickly too check if I had hurt the second eagle but as soon as I was out of the car I was engulfed in a thick cloud of them. They flew all around me and then together toward the farm yard. I looked away briefly and when I looked back they were an enormous flowing mass of chipmunks scurrying across the yard. I followed them toward a swing set. Again I looked away and when I looked back they were tigers which I followed into the barn, through a door. Inside the barn they were a group of children dressed in white which lead me up into the hay loft and then to a staircase which descended into the back of the barn. Some were on the steps and others were holding the railing waiting for me to catch up. I stopped at the top of the steps out of breath and leaning on the rail. There was a landing halfway down the staircase where it turned to the left before going all the way down to the floor in the back of the barn.

On the landing was a FARMER in a white jump suit with a picture of a GREEN VINE on HIS white hat. HE was looking down into the back of the barn at HIS “deformed SON” who had a workshop back there. I could tell by the way HE looked at HIS SON working away that HE LOVED HIM very much. I also thought it was beautiful the way HE had provided HIS SON with a workshop in this secret part of HIS barn. A few moments passed before THE FARMER turned HIS gaze toward me at the top of the steps.
HE looked at me with a supernatural sincerity and spoke in such a tender and purposeful way.

"Jonathan, have you come to work?"

I was still overwhelmed by the pursuit I went through to get there, my answer must have eluded to how I was feeling. I said "There were these eagles in the road and they turned into a chipmunks and then tigers and now they are all these children”. *exhale* “I guess I must be here for a reason. I will do some work".

THE FARMER slowly and instructively turned HIS gaze back into the workshop, as if to silently say “Look” without HIM saying a word I understood HIS passion. I looked down into the workshop to see what moved HIM so much and noticed there were actually two men working down there. I knew THE FARMER had called me to this place and was expecting me. I could see in HIS EYES how much HE loved HIS REJECTED SON. It was like HE wanted HIS SON to have a friend that would enjoy doing the same things HIS SON loved to do and keep HIM company in the secret workshop HE had built for HIS SON...

The children were still standing all around the steps watching me as I walked past THE FARMER and the landing. This was a good vantage point on the workshop and I could see everything going on below. There was an undecorated Christmas tree at the bottom of the stairs, just to the right of it was a big furnace. On the far right of the workshop was a workbench which spanned the entire wall. A single four paned window was just above it. A couple steps down the staircase I noticed 2 identical wooden picture frames. They were leaning one on the other against the step above them and neither one had anything in it, just a couple of empty wooden frames.

I took my place at the workbench on the right side of THE FARMERS SON. HE was bald and odd looking, not very tall and HE reminded me of a troll by HIS appearance. The other man who was working with us was on the opposite side of THE FARMER’S SON. I never met him but he did the same things I did, only at the opposite end of the bench. I noticed we were all dressed very drab, in clothes made of rags. It never bothered me though I just accepted it as the uniform.

We worked all day, THE FARMER’S SON was going back and forth to the furnace with something HE was holding in a set of tongs, while the other man and me worked on these identical painted wooden cut outs of JESUS and the barn we were in. HIS arm was extended welcoming people to the same barn we were all working in, HIS EYES were blazing blue flames, like consentrated lightning bolts. HE was wearing a white robe and smiling. I had the impression these were signs to be mounted and help others to find this place yet it DID NOT click with me during the vision what this actually meant and that I was actually where I was if you can believe it.

When I finished my sign I looked at it thinking “This is not a real picture of JESUS, HE doesn’t really look like this. I thought about why I had made it and how I had arrived there”. Realizing that what I had made didn’t belong to me I set it down on the bench for THE FARMER’S SON and looked out the window in front of me. Far off in the distance the sky was turning to blood and I knew it was late. I turned and saw the FARMER’S SON coming back again from the furnace, this time HE set HIS work down beside me. I looked and saw it was a heart made of gold, I knew when I had arrived it was wooden and I thought it was beautiful now that it was finished.

The other man who worked with us was gone now although I never noticed him leave. I went to leave myself, slowly walking up the steps I had come down on. I was looking back feeling sorry for THE FARMER’S SON. HE was sorrowfully looking back at me and walking slowly toward the bottom of the steps. Caught in that moment I wasn’t watching where I was going and I knocked the only remaining picture frame with my foot, sending it sliding down the steps where it broke to pieces right at THE FARMER’S SON’S feet. As quickly as I could I ran back down the steps apologizing for breaking the frame. I bent down still apologizing and picked up the pieces, without even thinking I piled them neatly under the Christmas tree.

THE FARMER’S SON fell to the ground in front of me and began to weep, HIS tears which seemed to be the deepest blue, fell onto a blank sheet of paper. I was so incredibly moved by HIS sorrow that I no longer cared how ugly and repulsive HE appeared. I knelt down beside HIM saying “I really feel like I should pray for you”. I put my right hand on the top of HIS bald head and my pinky finger stuck into HIS left eye. I could feel HIS tears on the tip of my finger. I began praying for HIM and blessing HIM until I opened my eyes and found myself on my mother's bed.

When I went out into the office I sat on the very toolbox I sat on in this vision just as my mom was coming into the office and my step dad was at his desk. Just the way it happened in the vision. I started telling them the vision before the deja-vu hit me. I’ve never been through that sort of EXACT same thing before quite like it. After that vision though, a little deja-vu was nothing. While telling my folks about the vision I was realizing at the same time that I had been with JESUS and I was awe struck.