Maria Isabel Pita – An Excerpt from a Story of Lucid Dreaming

I find myself outside at night in a stark black-and-white city, in a warehouse-like district, where the buildings appear constructed of porous old concrete. There are no street lights, and no people; the city looks completely deserted.

Walking down a sidewalk even though there aren’t any cars, I cry out to my Guardian Lord, “I love you! I love you! And one night, I hope to see you and to talk to you again in a dream!”

I sink to my knees and clasp my hands before me, showing him how much I respect Him, and how thankful I am for His presence in my dreams as I repeat, “I love you!”

Suddenly, streaming across the black sky, I perceive a series of banner-like rectangles, each one framing glimmering, silver-white words written in a clean print font, as though typed in starlight. The banners are not attached to any kind of plane as they fly swiftly over me, and I can just barely read the three words they contain: I AM HERE.

As I continue looking up at the banners soaring by overhead, I’m almost positive that’s what they say, but I can’t be absolutely sure, and the more of an effort I make to read them, the less I am able to do so.

Belatedly, I fly onto a rooftop to get a closer look, at which point two or three of the banners fly back toward me. I’m able to grab hold of one and, as I do so, it transforms into a clear shining pouch containing lovely white lingerie, delicate bras and panties made of a pure, glittering, luminous material. I’m so surprised, so in awe of and thankful for this mysteriously promising gift, I can’t quite make sense of it. It almost seems like my Guardian Lord is teasing me? I phase out of the dream.

The end of this incredible dream caused me such a sweet pain! On the one hand, the starry lingerie seemed an obvious promise from my Guardian Lord of greater intimacy to come, yet a part of me worried it might also be a warning that there would always be an invisible barrier between us for as long as I felt attracted to him the way a woman is to a man. But that didn’t really make sense because the beautiful lingerie, shimmering as if stitched with starlight, had felt like a gift, not a threat, like a promise, not a reprimand. Frustration and confusion mixed with awe and hope only served to stoke and intensify my longing for Him.

Then Jesus told her, “The I AM is here.” John 4:26