Last night I had a very strange and prophetic dream.

I’d gone out to eat with my Dad and a friend from high school named Ryan; we planned on going fishing the next morning. The dinner was simple, and in a strange white hall with walls, tables and seats so clean they were fluorescent. We ate and talked about college football.

When finished, Ryan cleared the table of all the plates. Then the scene then rapidly changed to a small, nondescript house; it was troubled and without Ryan.

Two women, one the young daughter of a friend of mine, the other much older and quite tall stood in front of me, with my Dad now standing to my right.

To the best of my recollection, the woman looked to me and said, “There is a ghost here and we’re going to say hello.” My heart dropped and my eyes opened wide in reluctant fear.

I didn’t want them to do it and looked around the roomed panicked when she started chanting. I can’t recall how it sounded but I saw my Dad to my right and the young girl’s scared eyes as the lady began. She grabbed the young girl by the hair, began pulling, and chanting. I began praying against the woman in my own strength trying to stop the seance—she glared and me and in a flash I saw two hands reach through my head and grab me by the eyes.

In a spasm my arms raised into the air like I had been hit by a taser and was slowly rotated around towards the corner of the room. Becoming more paralyzed by the second and losing connection to my conscious mind I recall fighting with every ounce of strength I had through the delusional fog sinking over me to think of the words “Jesus Christ,” and prayed with the sliver of awareness I had left for his dominion to enter the room and neutralize this “ghost’s” power. Nearly immediately the magnetism I felt trapped within dissipated and my mind returned with a passion as I planted my feet to spin back around to face the room.

“THERE IS A SPIRITUAL HIERARCHY IN THIS WORLD AND JESUS CHRIST IS THE KING OF IT!” I exclaimed, then turned to the seance-leading woman and chastised her with a room-shaking and Moses-like authority, “You better quit fuckin’ around!” (sorry for the language, it’s verbatim) Surely the anointing on those words wasn’t mine—it was The Lord’s. Her head lowered, eyes tightened and in a state of obvious demonic possession glared at me.

As dreams often lack good transitions, the next “scene” is me and the woman outside the house, the next morning sitting side by side leaning up against the corner of the house uncomfortably. She was much younger, now in her early 40′s it seemed, with brown hair.

The frazzled grey and wrinkles were now gone, signs of a cleansing taking place. But she was still under the influence and was obviously trying to seduce me. I had no interest and spoke instead of the the Spiritual Hierarchy that exists in our world. It didn’t appear to be sinking in (not her time yet, need Bible refernce) so I threw a small bag into the fire and jumped up to see a different friend, interestingly also named Ryan, walking towards the fire with four paddles, two of them bent and to my natural mind seeming broken, but he was happy with them.

Surely there is a message there are well: many things in our world seem broken, but they are perfect, if we have the Faith and the prayers to remove the hands of demons from our eyes to see the the world as it truly is: a perfect, yet dangerous place designed to make us better and to understand the ways of The Lord.

By this point, I’d slept in past the good fishing hours and abandoned my previous plans. I walked off with “Ryan #2″ after he told me that he was, “Going to play games on this wonderful day!” I gladly followed him and we walked off together.

The moral’s of the story: there is a spiritual hierarchy and Jesus Christ is the head of it, and don’t be afraid to abandoned your plans to The Lord’s.