Yahweh's Clothes Shop
A Prophetic Dream
I had a dream last night that there was some very important event coming up and everyone was running around trying to buy an impressive outfit for the event.
I found myself in the middle of this mall where there were racks and racks and shelves and shelves of clothing and shoes and such. It was a mad house. I could barely get close enough to the racks to look through the clothing as people were pushing and yelling and being frantic. It didn't matter anyway, for there was nothing there that I liked, it was all glittery and shiney and extremely formal and elaborate, and certainly out of my price range. Fact is, I had no money at all, and worse, underneath my wrap I had nothing on, so I was in need of clothing.
So I left there depressed, feeling alone and inferior, not to mention afraid that someone would discover I had nothing on beneath my wrap.
I was walking past some other shops and came to one on the very end of the street. It was not very bright inside, so I wasn't sure if it was even open. A single lamp was the only light source. I tried the door, and to my surprize is was unlocked, so I went in. There was no one inside, so I stood there for a moment, unsure as to what to do. I called out asking if anyone was there, and to let them know that I was in their store. No response. I assumed they were busy in the back with something, so I started looking through the clothing. I was very pleased to find something more understated and simple than all the gowns in the other store. I waited and waited for some time, and still, no one came.
I fought with my conscience but ended up taking a blouse, for I needed something to cover myself. I had every intention of coming back and paying for it. So I left, hoping to find something open so where I could find a dress for the event. I looked and looked, but there was nothing I could afford, so I went back to that little shop hoping someone might now be there. But it was the same, one single lamp was on, the door unlocked and no one inside. So I went inside, and looked to see if anyone saw me going in. I thought that I would just find something here, and hopefully at some point find the owner in and pay them for the things. So I looked through the clothing and found some lovely, simple things to wear to the event. I was excited, but felt extremely guilty. I looked around for a bag to put the clothing in, but could not find one, and by then I knew I could not take the clothing without paying, so I put them all back and headed toward the door.
But when I opened the door I was stopped by two police officers, one male, one female. The man pulled his gun on me and told me to stop where I stood, which of course I did. They were going to arrest me for breaking and entering. I assured them that I had not broken in and that the door was unlocked and that I had not stolen anything. They would not believe me, so I was in tears and very afraid of going to jail. Then from the crowd came a man, he walked up to the officers and told them that I had indeed not broken into the store, because he himself had left it unlocked. All that being said, the officers left. The man took me inside the store, where I immediately broke down crying and confessed taking the blouse, but with the intention of paying for it later.
He calmed me down and then told me not to worry about a thing. He then told me that the store in fact belonged to me and that everything in there was mine to have, freely. I could not believe it, or understand it, but I was thrilled. My mind was already busy with ideas as to how I could fix it up and make it a really nice store and how I could sell things. He told me, no; he said that everything in there was mine, freely, on the condition that I in turn gave it to others, freely. I happily agreed.
And so my little shop grew and grew, it was full of people, and worth all the work I put into making it nice, just to see the look on their faces when they learned everything was free. However there were those who were insulted that there was no price. Many a lady turned her nose up in the air and walked out the door, because the dress she found to be so exquisite was free. One man who was shopping there, wore a turban on his head and was obviously very wealthy, he was interested in some paintings I had hanging on the wall. He wanted them, he said, regardless of the price, there was no price too high, he said. But I told him that there would be no charge and they were his for the asking. He became furious and stormed out of the store.
It seemed that no matter how much was given from the store, the racks and the shelves were always full. I never had to restock, for all my needs were supplied, freely.
 Lev-Tsiyon, Garment of the Master: Getting, Wearing and Keeping It Clean for an exposition of this dream
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