The DREAM - Cliff Hursey

The Dream


Months ago I was struck with a sudden illness and for a time thought that it would take my life before it was done. During that time, the Lord granted me this dream, and then granted me several short visions to clarify it. It’s now time to share it with the rest of you.


Cliff Hursey

I found myself traveling down a highway, with bumper to bumper traffic going at a high rate of speed. It was a dark cloudy day, and mud seemed to be splashing and covering everything. I however was not in a car, but on a bicycle. I was having no trouble keeping up with the traffic flow.

But then, I heard what seemed like a large truck bearing down on me from behind. I tried to go faster, to escape from it, but could not. Then, just as it seemed it would strike me from behind and kill me on the spot, it swerved around me and.... had not even been a truck, just an old car. But as a result of this, I myself was run off the road, into a ditch. I fell...

When things settled down, I found that I was on my knees in the bottom of a ravine; this was about 12 feet deep and covered by underbrush above. The bottom of the ditch was deep in mud, and there were things in the mud. I began feeling around to see what they were. They were knives, swords, crossbows, rods, all kinds of weapons, and all broken and unusable.

And there was someone else there too. An angel. I could not describe the appearance of that one, but I just knew that is what it was. The feeling of it being God’s servant was strong, and firm.

I was told that these weapons in the ditch were weapons for use by Christians, but they had been discarded and broken. I felt regret, for there were so many of them.

“Which one would you like?” the angel said. “This is why you are here.”

“A cross bow, of course.” It seemed so obvious, why would anyone want anything different? It was as if a crossbow was the natural choice for me. But every one in the mud was broken, and in a sad state.

The angel reached down at my feet, and plucked a broken crossbow from the mud. It was as if the crossbow suddenly strung itself, cleaned itself up, and became new again. It was bright and shiny, golden in color, particularly bright in the still gloomy light. And the shape was VERY odd, it was like no other crossbow I had ever seen.

He reached out and handed it to me, and I found it hard to grasp. There did not appear to be any sort of handle on it. At one end was a large bow, as you would expect, but at the other end were seven smaller bows pointing the opposite way. And beneath, no place to grip it. I was baffled.

“I have no idea how to use this!” I said.

“Be at peace, when the time comes, you will be shown how.” When these words were spoken, they had the force of truth to them. I was confident to the depths of my soul that this would indeed be the case.

“Now, there is more for you to see.” He led me up the side of the ravine, the side away from the road. There was a lot of overgrowth there, enough to block the view of the ravine and what was beyond from the road. I could still hear traffic behind me. We emerged into what would have been the road median, but it was a large clear area surrounded by trees, and full of big white equipment trailers. The sky above was still cloudy and dark, and would remain so.

He took me to one of the trailers. He opened the door, and I was let inside. I found myself in a small place, packed with yet MORE weapons. Spears, shields, pikes, swords, everything conceivable. (Note, there were no firearms of any sort in evidence.) There was another odd thing too, a rack that held bottles, like a wine rack, but it instead had bottles that I knew were for oil, like anointing oil. These bottles were dusty and empty, but I knew that soon they would be filled and ready for someone to use. For what I had no idea, but I felt they would be very powerful indeed.

In fact, each weapon in this place was waiting to be claimed by its rightful owner.

I had a feeling of tremendous age, these weapons had been waiting a LONG time. But the time for them to be claimed was very, very near. Not quite yet, at least at that point, but extremely close.

When I came out of the trailer, I noted that there were hundreds of these trailers. Moreover, I knew that all of them were full of these weapons.

I was then taken beyond the equipment trailers, and what I saw stunned me. Hundreds and hundreds of white RV’s, Winnebagos or something. There was a huge parking lot, and all of them were just sitting there. Every single one was already idling, waiting to leave when the time came. I knew that these represented shelter and safety for the saints, but at the same time would allow them to go where they needed to go. It was a huge caravan of these vehicles, and the feeling was that departure of this caravan was imminent. As I awoke, I was running exuberantly to find the one that I knew my Father had prepared for me.

Still, I was baffled as to how to use the crossbow.

My Interpretation of the Dream

The first portion of the dream is personal, and sets the stage for the second, which is general. I was traveling down the highway in a bicycle (under my own power), the sky was cloudy and conditions muddy (the state of today’s world). I felt the truck coming from behind to kill me (my illness) which turned into something far more harmless and missed me altogether (pretty much describes what happened in my illness. It was frightening, but I survived with no harm to me.)

The ravine represents that place where the Lord eventually brings us all, that place where we are at the absolute bottom, and can hear his voice the best. This is when the dream turns into a more general message, although I think that many other’s bicycles have been run off the road recently too.

The broken weapons in the mud represent ministries that were abandoned. Many of these will be picked up by new people, who will carry on with the ministry as it was supposed to be in the first place. Two months after this dream, I “inherited” a ministry that had been suddenly cast aside. There are a LOT of these ministries out there.

And when the reins are passed, the ministry regains its original blessing, becomes as if it were new again.

Climbing out of the ravine represents rising from that place of helplessness. The angel helped me out, through the underbrush. The Lord will not abandon us in our place of helplessness, but will make sure that we have every resource necessary to regain our footing afterwards.

The old weapons in the equipment trailers represent gifts that the Lord has for us to use in His service. They have been waiting for us to pick them up for a LONG time. I had the feeling that they were fashioned for us before we were born. The anointing oil was at that time unfilled, and there were many bottles (vessels?) that appeared to have been waiting for quite a while for the oil. This says that there is to be an anointing poured out, and the recipients of that anointing have been prepared and waiting for a very long time.

The Winnebago’s represented a place of relative safety from which we could minister, but a place that would move with us. I had a strong feeling that they would all move together, and none had moved as of yet. They were all gassed up and idling, ready to depart, but not all of them were manned yet. God has already prepared these places and plans for us.  I had a strong feeling of victory associated with seeing these things.

The First Vision

That day, I came across a friend of mine on the Internet that is gifted in prophecy. I explained my dilemma, that I had what I was sure was a wondrous weapon against the enemy but had no idea how to use it. “That is because I have the next part,” he told me. We arranged to meet that evening via the web and do some “spiritual warfare.” Well, to be honest, although I had been involved in spiritual warfare before, I was unprepared for this experience. This was to be a type of warfare I had never known before, or even known existed.

I will explain this as best I can, please pardon me if it sounds a bit strange!

We began to pray together, and each of us was 1,000 miles from the other. We began, in the spirit, to walk through my home.

And it was as if I could SEE the servants of the enemy all around it. In each room, in the yard, wherever I looked. It was a most unsettling experience. It was more of a feeling than actual sight, although at times I had clear visual images.

So, faced with this, in the spirit, I lifted the crossbow.

And I still had no idea how to use it.

So, I prayed, “Lord, You must teach me to do this, because I am helpless here. This is beyond me.”

At that moment, it seemed as if the crossbow fired by itself. Bolts flew. I could tell they struck the evil spirits I felt around me. And yet, I had spiritually or mentally touched no trigger, and did not even know how it had happened. The bolts hit four of the spirits, it felt like.

“You hit four,” my friend said over the net. Which, considering I had not told him that, confirmed it for me. This was not just imagination. Something was happening here in the spiritual realm, and we were privy to it. 1,000 miles apart, we were both “seeing” it.

So, we walked, in the spirit, through the rest of my home. It was an amazing experience, as both of us “saw” the same things. In each room, I found that only when I released control of the crossbow would it work. Otherwise, if I tried to use it myself, it was useless. Only when I was humbled and admitted that I had no control or ability myself would it fire.

That was the first secret of using the crossbow. I had to be utterly submitted, utterly without any action on my part, to use it at all. COMPLETE selflessness. When I did so, the single bow at the one end would fire at the Lord’s command. My own commands would never operate it.

Yes, this was a strange experience, but VERY instructive. I began to know that the crossbow was a teaching tool for me, to help me remove my own pride from my service to the Lord.

Yet, there were those other seven bows, clustered on the other end of the bow. They had yet to be fired at all.

The Second Vision

About three weeks after that, in church, the Lord taught me in a split second all I needed to know about those other seven bows, and it is a lesson I will never forget.

We were praising the Lord, a wonderful time of praise. I was in the back of the church, and was lifting my hands in praise to the Lord.

My hands were outstretched, lifted high.

Suddenly, it was as if the crossbow was in my hands.

But I was holding it, pointing TOWARDS ME, holding it BY THE BOW. It had a natural grip here it seemed, and fit my hands perfectly at this strange angle, backwards.

The bolt was aimed straight at my own heart. I knew in an instant that THIS was how it had been designed to be held.

Because, by doing this, the other SEVEN bows were now aimed so that they could be used.

“If you are willing to sacrifice your old carnal man to Me, then I can use you in a far more powerful way,” I felt the Lord say. “You can use my gifts in a small way, even as you are, but to use them in power, you must allow Me to remove all your pride and all that is not of Me from your life. Thus, when you use the bow, there is one arrow pointing at your own heart. That arrow is mine.”

I had tears running down my face. Now I knew!

Since that time. my intercessory prayer has been much stronger. I have been much more attuned to eliminating every dark place from my own life, to make myself a better servant. Until this is done, God cannot use us to the fullest. When we allow ourselves to be purged, THEN we are able to be what God created us to be.

And somewhere out there may be a weapon for you, one that only you can wield for the Lord. It awaits you.

In the ditch.