<aside> <img src="https://prod-files-secure.s3.us-west-2.amazonaws.com/49de0235-e8bc-4eca-bf20-2a9d6d267a02/4ad3a36a-3940-4309-9c60-b5a4965c56e7/kings_college_skinny.png" alt="https://prod-files-secure.s3.us-west-2.amazonaws.com/49de0235-e8bc-4eca-bf20-2a9d6d267a02/4ad3a36a-3940-4309-9c60-b5a4965c56e7/kings_college_skinny.png" width="40px" /> Post-pandemic realities in July 2022 by Chee Hui Ling in response to the vision (see below): “Where the Road ran Out”. In the dream "Where the Road ran Out" (22 July 2022) Rev Gerard witnesses a transformative event where the heart of Singapore becomes an oasis. This sudden change in the landscape, marked by the disappearance of roads and the emergence of a valley with crystal-clear streams, disrupts the ordinary, prompting a sense of awe and the need to explore this new world. The dream highlights themes of discovery, adaptation to unforeseen circumstances, and the coexistence of the familiar and the extraordinary.
Rev. Chee Hui Ling: An extraordinary event has occur in Singapore, but it will transpire underground, unseen. 2 Cor 4:18 states, "as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." Above ground, the situation will be different. For many, it will mark the 'end of the road'. Perhaps some form of spectacle will unfold. Whatever happens, business as usual will be disrupted. Not everyone will make it underground. However, for those who do, a season of remarkable discovery awaits— a journey into tranquility, beauty of spirit and soul, peace, and calm. This is the most intriguing part. For some reason, we will struggle to recognize the 'old and familiar'. The darkness is potentially symbolic, representing a short period of obscurity allowed by the Father, during which we may not even recognize familiar things. It's interesting that the first thing you noticed was the menorah, a symbol of the Holy Place, representing the seven Spirits of God, His people, Israel, and Jesus, the light of the world. I believe this is instructing us to search for these symbols when everything appears dark. We should 'Ask, seek, and knock...' to understand why. The dream's sleepy aspects may have some significance, but I'm unsure of what that might be. The silence could be a call for our souls to center, rest, watch, wait, focus, and look for the Tree of Life in our midst. The fact that you ended back in GBG suggests that we don't need to go anywhere. Everything we need to discover and understand in the upcoming season is right under our noses. We just need to 'dig deeper...'
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Where the Road ran Out (Covid Dream by Rev Gerard Seow)
It was just an ordinary day. But something big had happened. I was only alerted to it when motorists stopped our cars. It was the most incredible sight. The whole middle part of Singapore had turned into an oasis! The motorists had no where to drive because the road had disappeared. I peered into a valley both gorgeous and surreal. The urban-suburban had turned into a kibbutz like at Engedi… Yellowstone National Park… the Badlands at Wyoming or… the bottom of the Grand Canyon… underground streams were exposed… natural creeks of pure crystal water underneath our city, Singapore (Rev 22:1…) the water was so clear, you were tempted to drive across the trickles that had become streams and rivers that had criss-crossed our city. An entire eco-system had arisen, seemingly out of nowhere and the scenic beauty made you stop and get out of the car to have a look. The other reason people were getting out of their vehicles was because the road ran out.
As you descended into this valley of meandering creeks and wildflowers, what remained of civilisation seemed to fade away. The sun was falling and I was getting sleepy and started to wander around looking for a place to lay my head. I noticed far off in the distance on the other side of the valley, a few cars had tried to cross over to this side, but the river had become a flood and some of the vehicles got caught up in it and floated away (like in a tsunami).
I thought to myself, ok let’s not proceed. Let’s wait till the morning here. I saw some very interesting rock features on both sides of the canyon gorge. Like those pictures of Petra, Jordan. Long winding passages that led to some un-described interior. I decided to follow one, to see where it led. I had to cross some wet areas and sand. I looked behind me one more time, to soak in the sheer beauty and tranquility of my nation.
Something spectacularly awesome had taken place right before my eyes. The Singapore I knew was still there. It was up there, on the ridge above… the city still moved, undisturbed, undistracted by the countryside that had opened up, in the middle of it.
I heard no loud noises. It was not a storm nor an earthquake. There were no explosions of anything violent to trouble the spirit, only the sound of bird song, as I descended into this valley. Toward the evening the sun was flowing down, the gentle trickle of streams flowing into something like a quiet desert. It was all so peaceful and calming. By this time the day had been long spent and I knew I could not continue my journey. So I was wanting to find a route back home.
What surprised me was that door was part …of the door (?). I was curious by now to open the sliding panel that seemed to quietly invite you in as though it was some secluded monastery or far-off desert retreat. And that is what I did.
As I was about to cross over the threshold, I realised I was trampling dirt into the landing. I peered around into the darkness, squinting, I saw carpet like square tatami-like mats touching each other, but there was a slight gap for me to navigate, walk deeper into the room. So I took off my shoes and started to walk. Even in the darkness there was something incredibly familiar about the place, like I had been there before.
Now my mind was racing to try to remember where this secret room I had been before. As I turned around to find the light switch I saw a menorah lit in the corner. It was flickering because I had left the door open as I was drawn deeper inside.
In the semi darkness, my eyes had now adjusted. I began to make out shapes, familiar shapes, the curves of my favourite sofa (in GBG, where Jonathan has - right now - his right arm on, sitting over there). The yellow couch that I had spent many nights sleeping on, in the sanctuary. It suddenly came to me where I was.
Where I was, I could not at first recognise. But the smell of it. The burning from the candle stick, the incense of prayers ascending to heaven. The echoes of songs of praise and prayer. I was back in the middle of the church sanctuary, and I didn’t know it. I became so… very sleepy. So I took my place in a familiar spot, lying down on the ornate golden sofa set. It was so comforting that I fell asleep. And when I awoke, everything was in deep shades of silence, as though I was under a tree of life.
A mysterious place. I couldn’t help thinking to myself, “I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world." I was thankful to have found the door that looked so familiar from the outside, but once I entered I knew I had come to my spiritual home. Not a very great place of worship but a place of great worship.
I just want to encourage every one you, in this dream that I had… that in the middle of Singapore, I had found this incredible… desert place… like a desert oasis, where there was so much hydration, so much water, so many streams criss crossing each other…
In one of the passageways that looked gorgeously inviting, I found a door. It was like those wooden sliding doors you see in Japan, in those quaint Japanese villages built into the mountain side.
