Once I was in the Graveyard of Religion

I remember it like it happened last night

It was one of those dreams that does not feel like a dream at all—

a place too real, too sharp, too spiritually charged to be called ordinary sleep.

I found myself in a dark looking caved in graveyard.

But this was no ordinary graveyard.

The air was heavy…

still…

almost frozen.

The moonlight shone on rows and rows of graves, each one marked with something—

a name… a symbol… a memory.

And as I moved closer, my eyes widened.

I recognized the names.

Every grave belonged to someone from our community church—

the Assemblies of God Church in Iyorah.

Brethren I prayed with.

People I grew up with.

Faces I knew.

Each grave carried a strange mix of silence and sorrow, as though they were not just dead physically in the dream—but spiritually bound.

Instinctively, I began searching for my own grave.

I didn’t see it.

Row after row—

name after name—

nothing.

Then I came upon a small, disturbing sight:

A nameless grave.

Fresh.

Unfinished.

And beside it, a single digging tool stuck in the earth.

The moment I saw it, something hit my spirit—

This is your grave.

This is where they kept you.

But you are no longer here.

It wasn’t fear that moved me.

It was anger.

“I Have Risen”

With a sudden surge of righteous fury, I picked up the digger and struck the grave open.

Nothing.

The grave was empty.

And deep in my spirit I knew—

I had risen.

Something meant to bury me had failed.

Something meant to end me had been broken.

That anger did not subside.

I turned to the other graves—the ones with names I recognized—and without thinking, I began breaking them open one after the other.

As each grave cracked open, people I knew began to rise out of them—

confused, gasping, but alive.

It felt like a spiritual jailbreak—

a mass resurrection—

a breakout from invisible bondage.

I knew I wasn’t acting alone.

I was being led.

Empowered.

Driven by a force greater than myself.

I woke up instantly—heart calm, mind clear, spirit blazing with understanding.

No confusion.

No need for interpretation.

The Holy Spirit Himself spoke in that moment, without words:

“Set the captives free.”

“Break open the buried destinies.”

“Others are bound because their watchman is silent.”

“Now rise and take your place.”

For the first time in my life, I knew—without a doubt—

that the Holy Spirit had led me directly, shown me something happening in the spirit realm, and given me an assignment.

And from that day, I never doubted His voice again.