Dream Blog – Indian tower illusion

Published November 26, 2015 by Laura Crean Author


 A view of the Burj Khalifa, the world’s tallest tower.
(Karim Sahib/Agence France-Presse/Getty Images)

This is a very quick post before I go out to work but I wanted to get it down and out there in case anyone wants to offer up an interpretation.  A very strange dream last night – I was in India and I was a little girl.  My mother was in a hospital in a city that was off of a square.  There was lots more to the dream before but I can’t remember it, but at the end I was standing in the square with lots of other people coming and going in there daily activities when my eye was suddenly drawn to this high tower that suddenly exploded and the explosion and the tower went up as if it was sucked up into the air.  Then it re-materialized and started morphing into different shapes.  There was absolute panic and confusion and fear as people started running around all over the place.  Another little girl playing in the square looked at me and said: “I know this technology” and she started pulling out a little electronics kit and started screwing together circuit boards and filling it with all the right components and in the end she had what looked like a little remote control.  She pointed it at something and it changed shape.  I can’t remember what things changed into and I didn’t know how it worked so I asked her and she said it was something about changing the very nature of the molecules.  I wasn’t sure.  Then these terrorists started chasing us and the rest of the dream was us trying to get away from them and us battling with these molecular or holographic technology weapons.  It was the strangest dream I think I have ever had.  Any suggestions as to what it’s all about – let me know.


Dream of 1st November 2015 – 4.20 AM (ish)

Published November 6, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

We are all Human Beings having an experience – an experience of ‘being’– and we are all free –thinking individuals with the ability to put those thoughts into a symbolic representation through sound – i.e. the spoken word.  And in some countries we are told we have “freedom of speech”.  But in today’s world we are living in an illusion of freedom, because we are not free to speak those thoughts without fear of ridicule, condemnation or persecution…

…Last Saturday night, or rather early Sunday morning I had a dream.  And in that dream a debate was taking place in a public space, and it was being filmed for television.  It was between several scientific leading authorities.  The chair person asked each of them to put forward their point of view – of course – the nature of a debate – and each gave a very eloquent and rather complicated version of their scientific viewpoint on how they experience the universe through their own “scientific” understanding.

I stepped forward and began to articulate my own viewpoint and with my eyes closed I spoke of the love of God, and his love and my consciousness meeting in an inside space not in an outside space.  The chair of the debate threw out my comments and said they were not relevant to the debate.  I said that a debate by its very nature must accept different viewpoints, but how could there be a debate when ALL the viewpoints are from only one perspective – the “scientific” perspective?  There may be many arguments but at the end of the day all the arguments were from the same scientific viewpoint.  I said that I was still a human being having an experience of “being” in the universe.  I am free-thinking and have the ability to articulate those experiences, so why should my thoughts, my experience, my understanding be any less worthy of a debate – just because I haven’t had the same “education” or got the same “degrees” as another person? She said that it was just not how we did things and that my point of view would not be shown on the television.

As I came out of the debate and out of the dream, God spoke to me and said: “Write this down…”

…Humanity is on the brink of an evolution in understanding – an awakening of awareness.  And that awareness is that Space is not just about what science dictates it is – Space is not the Universe, the Universe is more than just space – it is consciousness, it is the love energy of God, it is a gift given to everyone to experience individually but to share together.  And no one person or group of people should dictate to others about how they should experience or share their experience of “being” in the universe, because by putting the universe in a box, they are putting people in a box and that box is like a prison for the mind.  It is time for the mind to be set free…

Dream Blog – The Bear and the Lion

Published October 15, 2015 by Laura Crean Author


Ok so this dream is a couple of weeks old but I thought I would post it as a little update because it keeps popping into my head. I was in some kind of police station to start with and for some reason I went into the toilet and there were 3 cute bear cubs just playing and then I opened one of the toilet cubicles and there was the mother bear, so of course I ran out of a side entrance and stood at the back door at what now just looked like a school hall.  The other side of which was another glass door.  Suddenly from my vantage point, looking in through the first glass door, seeing across the hall to the other glass door, I could see a lion about to pounce on a man.  I stood there shouting and pounding on the door trying to get the man’s attention, but of course not being able to – and then the lion pounced and completely tore the man to pieces, devouring him.  I was just horrified and suddenly other people there with me were also horrified and we all started trying to predict where  the animals were and running around trying to hide from them.  It appeared then that the setting for the dream was something like a zoo enclosure – or more like a petting zoo.  Sometimes we would hide in trees or just try to shut ourselves in the fenced off areas.  I soon realized that wouldn’t stop the lion if it got too close.

So there you go, one of my more recent dreams.  Maybe if I write them on here they will stop popping into my head every five minutes.

21st October 2015

I thought I would have a look and see what references I could find to a bear and a lion in the bible and this is what I found.  Anybody like to offer any pearls of wisdom in this matter?

But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, (1Samuel 17:34)

Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. (1Samuel 17:36)

The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.” (1Samuel 17:37)

The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. (Isaiah 11:7)

Like a bear robbed of her cubs, I will attack them and rip them open; like a lion I will devour them— a wild animal will tear them apart. (Hosea 13:8)

It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him. (Amos 5:19)

The beast I saw resembled a leopard, but had feet like those of a bear and a mouth like that of a lion. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. (Revelations 13:2)

It all sounds very violent – who is the bear and who is the lion?

I thought the dream might be warning me not to be devoured by the world!


Space Between the Universes – “It’s Time to Wake up!”

Published October 14, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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                                     image credit: http://farm2.staticflickr.com/


It’s been so long since I visited our beach.  This lonely place of dreams and visions.  The moon is staring down at me – again!  Taunting, mocking, laughing at my innocence.  I try to remember my journey.  How I got here.  Have I ever really moved?  I stood on the shoreline and looked as far as I could see.  Why did I always end up here?  I looked and looked at the horizon.  What was out there?  I followed the line to the left and then to the right.  Just an endless sea – still quiet, still calm.  I sat down and looked back at the moon.  It winked at me.  And as I blinked, there he was, standing looking down  at me, smiling the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, that lit up his face and gave his eye a twinkle that seemed to give his whole presence an air of gentle grace.

“I’m glad to see you again.”  He said softly and sat down next to me on the warm sand.  “I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“I’ve been busy.”  I said.

“I know.”  He replied, “So have I.”

“why are you here?”  He suddenly asked.  His now gentle smile curling ever so slightly.

I hadn’t expected that question.  “I don’t know”  I replied, “I suppose it is because I have too many questions.  Too many!  Why am I so confused?”

My Lord sighed and nodded.  “Of course you’re confused.  Your universe is full of strange contradictions and theories  that don’t quite add up.  I have tried to reach you – I have given you everything you need to see the truth clearly…

…I looked at the moon again…

…”but you always complicate matters by looking in the wrong direction.  Stop looking up and fix your eyes on me.”  He said gently.  I took my eyes off of the moon and looked back at Jesus.  His gentle smile turned to calm concern.  “It’s time.”  He said after a short pause.

“Time for what?”  I asked him.

“It’s time to wake up.  You can’t keep coming here.  It’s such a lonely place.  Now – I want to give you a gift.”

“But I like coming here.”  I whispered.”  He nodded and then bent down and scooped up a handful of sand, which trickled through his fingers.

“But I didn’t create this universe – you did.  The universe I created for you is so special.  Made just for you – perfect for all your needs.”  He cupped his hands around the sand in his hand, making a ball and shook the contents and when  he opened his hands again, he held another bubble.  But this one was different from the rest.  It didn’t float delicately in the air.  It was solid, sitting in the palm of his hand.  Inside the bubble I could see a strange  image of the Earth; not as a globe but as a disc, so that I was looking down at it flat – spread out like a two dimensional map, with all the continents in the middle and a ring of sea around the edge and then ice and snow around that, until it touched the sides of the bubble.  In the top part of the bubble were clouds and the sun, moon and stars.  In the bottom of the bubble, just darkness.  I couldn’t understand why he was showing me such a distorted image of the universe.

I shook my head in my confusion.  “Why are you showing me a flat Earth?”

Jesus got up and dusted himself down.  He walked around me, holding the bubble on his palm and looking at it curiously.  “Hold out your hand!”  He commanded, and as I did so, he placed the bubble in it.  It was solid, like glass!  I looked down at the strange disc-like Earth and had a sudden image of Terry Pratchett’s Disc World, riding on the back of a turtle.  It just didn’t make sense.

“Have you had enough time exploring in this place now?  You know that your mind has the free will wander wherever it wishes and I don’t ever want you to stop dreaming.  Keep creating – it is in your nature  to do so.  But it is time to stop looking up and set your eyes on the Earth.  There is enough to think about with your feet set on solid ground

“your universe is so small.  Look around you.  These are your neighbours – get to know one another again.  Talk to each other, help each other.  Stop polluting this delicate system – see how enclosed your Earth is?  How will you escape when you have destroyed all you can see?  I have given you a gift – take care of it.  It is enough for now.”  He took the glass universe back and said to me:  “this one belongs to me.  All the other universes are of no consequence to you; they float on the wind, or bob on the sea, they hide in the cracks and break all too easily – this universe is strong and the only one that matters – perfect because I have made it for you.

“Can I come back and see you again?”  I asked him.

“We’ll see.”  He said.  “Next time I might just come for you.  So do all I have said and live your life to the fullest.  Remember that I love you.  Now love your neighbours and take care of the Earth.  Stop worrying and remember who is holding the universe in his hands.  And I will see you soon.”


Published October 8, 2015 by Laura Crean Author


Something has changed!

I opened my eyes this morning and something has changed;


Vision clearing…

…There’s something wrong with the picture on the wall –

Is it crooked?


Something has changed!

No matter how hard I try I cannot straighten it;

It won’t go back to the way it was before.

Perspective’s altered.


Eyes straining.

What is it?

What is wrong with the picture?

It has always been there.

It hasn’t moved.

Why has it changed?

It doesn’t make sense!

Who is the artist?

What is he trying to tell me?


Look deeper!

Look with different eyes.

Look at it from above, from the side,

follow the lines, join the dots.


Who told me it was meant to be viewed that way?

Was it the shop-keeper?

He sold me a lie!

I have been looking at it from the wrong angle for all these years;

Better to see with the eyes of the artist.


Now I see.

The painting hasn’t changed;

I have!

© Copyright 2015 Laura Crean

Jesus, my Lovely Saviour

Published October 8, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Get up!

Published September 21, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I believe the Lord has been guiding me to study the book of Acts this last week and I came across a YouTube video that enables you to watch a stunning dramatization of this most inspiring book, whilst following along with your NIV bible.  I encourage anyone who learns in a more visual way and may struggle with reading the bible to watch it.  The other books of the New Testament are also available but it is acts I wanted to focus on at the moment.  I will put the video at the end of this post.

It was quite late already by the time I started watching but I had my Women’s Devotional Bible in front of me to read along, and so I started my journey into Acts.  Unfortunately half way through the film (and the book) I fell asleep!

Skipping a couple of days I opened my bible on the study on page 1293 entitled “A Mother’s Prayer” (Read Acts 1:1-14).  The study sets the scene by talking about a woman called Monica and her constant prayer for her son Augustine, who didn’t follow his mother’s faith and led a sinful life.  He did however eventually wake up to Christ and became, of course, a very famous fourth century Bishop.  All his life his mother prayed for him, confident that God would step in and wake her son from his sinful slumber.

In the bible reading we see how Mary must have struggled when her younger sons didn’t have faith in their older brother Jesus and they must have been constantly foremost in her prayers.  And we see how after Jesus ascends into heaven, his mother is among those in the upper room praying along with Jesus’ brothers.  In fact his brother James is one of the first people Jesus appears to.

I really took hold of this lesson as a mother myself, praying for my children daily that they will be woken up to God’s glory.  But as a mother who has faith in Jesus Christ as my Lord and saviour, I am very conscious of the need to be gently encouraging – because children don’t always listen to their parents with an open heart, let’s face it – and I don’t want the opposite to happen and push them further from God.

Now every Sunday I get up and go to church and I wake my children up and tell them I am going to church and if they want to come they have an hour or half an hour (depending on when I wake them) to get up, dressed and with it and come with me.  I am a single mother and the girl’s father has them every other weekend (he doesn’t go to church) so as my children keep telling me: “This is your thing Mum not ours!”  I try not to nag but give them the option of coming with me.  Usually I get a few groans of “No Thanks!”  and they turn over and go back to sleep!  However Last Sunday I suddenly had the urge to change tactics (just the once.  I wasn’t planning on doing it every week, but I felt the Holy Spirit stirring in the house making me bold and spurring me on.)  So I shouted up the stairs: “GET UP!  We’re ALL going out to church this morning!”  The usual moans and groans of teenage angst drifted back down the stairs at me: “Muuuum I’m tired. I really don’t want to go – it’s your thing not mine!”  Then I shouted back up the stairs: “It’s not a thing – it’s an opportunity – now GET UP!  You don’t have to come every week but today we’re ALL going.  As it turned out the morning was really amazing and I was so happy that my children (well 2 of them anyway) had come with me and had actually enjoyed the morning too.

Saturday I opened my devotional bible again to Acts and was quite surprised to find the next study on pg 1304 was entitled “Get up!” (Read Acts 9:1-43)  Obviously this immediately made me think of my struggles to get my children up out of bed on a Sunday morning, so I read on with interest.  The study actually started speaking about parents trying to get teenagers out of bed!  I had to have a little giggle at (what I thought) was God’s sense of humour as a father relating to me as a mother.  Then I read on and the bible study asks you to look at the different ways people were told to “Get up!” in Acts 9.

First in (Acts 9:5-6) Saul is knocked to the ground by the light of Jesus’ presence and blinded on the road to Damascus:

          “Who are you , Lord?” Saul asked.

          “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.” He replied.

          “Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.”

Later on in (Acts 9:34-35) Peter comes across a paralyzed man:

          “Aeneas,”  Peter said to him,

          “Jesus Christ heals you.  Get up and roll up your mat.”

Immediately Aeneas got up.  All those who lived in Lydda and Sharon saw him and turned to the Lord.”

Then lastly, in (Acts 9:40) Peter is led to the body of Tabitha (a faithful disciple who always helped the poor and had died):

          Peter sent them all out of the room; then he got down on his knees and prayed.

          Turning towards the dead woman, he said, “Tabitha get up.”

          She opened her eyes, and seeing Peter she sat up.”

Well as you can imagine the story spread and many people became believers.

I have really been inspired and encouraged this week by all these examples in the book of Acts and it spoke to me of just how different all our journeys are.  As it points out in the bible study, we are all on different journeys, you may need God to knock you off your horse, heal you or resurrect you depending on where you are spiritually.   Which brings me to the end of the week.  Friday I had a lovely catch up with a very dear friend of mine, who has been with me on my journey and who I know has been constantly praying for me.  Somehow she had double booked her morning and another friend of hers also turned up, and the 3 of us had a wonderful morning chatting, eating a lovely lunch prepared by my friend and sharing our testimonies.  It was then that I told my new friend about the day I met our mutual friend and how amazing my encounter with God was that day.  In a way it reminded me of Saul’s encounter (although obviously not as dramatic!) But i was literally stopped in my tracks as I hurried to pass the church and the rather exuberant pastor sitting outside happily inviting people in to join in with a family event taking place.  I was offended by his intrusion into my day and I politely declined with some excuse and hurried across the road.  My eldest daughter, just 4 years old at the time, cried and carried on and on about how she wanted her face painted.  I tried to take her into the local corner shop, thinking to bribe her with sweets to stop her winging.  Well – it was at that point, standing in the middle of a very quiet coastal village, with nobody around me, that “someone” whispered quite calmly, gently but in a demanding way in my ear:

“Turn around!” – which I did.  I turned around in the street to see who it was whispering in my ear and there was nobody there!  My little heart started pounding, I can tell you, at the sudden realization that it had been God!  God had just caught me trying to bribe my 4 year old with sweets NOT to go to church.  I was so stunned and ashamed that I immediately went back to the church, where I met, amongst others, the dear friend I was visiting on Friday.

I would love to tell you that after that amazing encounter with God in the very quiet coastal village of Pevensey Bay, I was a loyal and faithful Christian – I’d be lying!  That was just one small step on my journey to being woken up by God and thankfully he never gave up on me, throughout all my backsliding, and neither did those who continued to pray for me through darker times.  Now I know Jesus was always with me, gently shaking me until I woke up, opened my heart and heard him again.  It’s funny how children have ‘selective hearing’ isn’t it?  Sometimes it isn’t until the circumstances and context of the situation are just right that they suddenly hear what you are trying to say, don’t you think?  It is the same when God is trying to talk to us.

I am happy to report that one of my daughters was given a little shake last Sunday and yesterday (This Sunday) I had no problem getting her up – it seems she wants to be more involved with the church and was very excited to talk to the young visiting preacher who spoke about being a “lighthouse”.


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