I wish I could capture the beauty and the scary dream inside a dream

I snapped out of my dream when a heavy blow was about to be landed on my big head

I must confess, it was a narrow escape

That was just a glimpse of a dream I had

Can you please take your seat and read the details


I saw them marching out with full force, every step they made was having a rocky sound on the surface of the ground

I wish I could measure how they looked like

I know, if I tried doing that, I might not be the one writing this message


Their eyeballs and feet were bigger than what I could express in words

All of a sudden, they halted and a man stepped forward, dressed in black attire

And said, come on, let us go and inflict them with different versions of calamities, they are cold now, they have left their war rooms

Let us make them wail in pain...

Let us make them work and tremble for two pieces of coins to take home as salary

Let us turn their glories to grey


Let us turn their stars to starch

Let us make them sweat under   ain with no mercy

They were just too many to be esta imated

Their kind of creatures, ooo mad gan



I saw one, having two talking heads on his shoulders

Another one looking so tall and mighty with a tail of a lion

Another one stepped out and said, let us turn their morning into mourning

Their master mouthed out some words and said, before we go, let us check us some playful bees


Oh, this one is very cold to be taken, his channel of communication has been broken with God

Go and inflict him with poverty...

Oh no! This one is very hot, he is still firmly connected to a war room



We can't have him now, we will have him, the moment he goes down in the war room



Oh, this one is already doomed, just leave him, let us keep nurturing him, we will slaughter him anytime we feel like

There, I snapped out of my dream by grace, not by work

Hey, are you difficult for the devil?


Or you are being nurtured to be plucked when he is ready for you?


Are you for Jesus or against him?

You keep calling it grace

Or maybe, it is not grace, it is a hidden grave

Do you deal with the cold room or the war room?

A war room is that spot, you remain connected to your maker, in prayers, in praises and so on

You are cold, you think the fuel of the grace will go on...



Where did you keep your weapons of the war room?

Do you know, what happens, when you begin to play your weapons like the strings of my guitar?


It's impossible for the devil to reign when you are hot in the war room

You can become difficult for the devil when you start dealing with God in the war room(extraordinary realm)

For a man, who desires to be extraordinary, must learn to bow down before God in an extraordinary realm

Not everyone gets to the top dubiously

Learn to tarry for long in the war room

No matter how busy we are, let us try and remain connected to the war room...

Thanks for reading

I love you...