Prophetic Art from dreams and visions by Jennifer Phillips

Prophetic Art by Jennifer Phillips

Prophetic Art from Dreams and Visions

	9/10/16 In church suddenly as I silently read the words of the scripture readings on the screen, they seemed to flow like a paintbrush, a back and down, forward and down motion like painting petals on a rose flower. An image of a flower beaming up at the sun came into my mind. As it beamed everything became whiter in kind of sparkly light that was alive. Then suddenly the flower and the light seemed to be one burst of joy. 15/10/16 I painted this picture that captures a little of what I saw. It was all in white, but that's hard to paint. The petals curved downwards a little more as well. I'll try to paint it better another day.
	2016 I dreamt a giant wave of water was coming and headed off to warn everyone, but I didn't have time. The water swamped me before I could reach the town, it then swept me up onto the bank to the right of where the town was, battered but alive. When I woke I prayed for God's mercy upon us all. The following week on June 3rd we had a storm and flash flooding on the Gold Coast. The storm broke one of our trees which fell on the front wall and fence. It also broke two of my pencil sculptures and tossed them over the bank - minimal damage compared to others. It just so happened that I'd been wanting to move the tree and the sculptures. The storm made it possible.
	In April of 2011 I had a vision in church of a tumbleweed blowing in the wind, in a desert like place. Someone else believed there was some-one in the room who was having trouble letting go. I wondered if it was me. I had prayed about leaving teaching but was holding on. Our minister believed the message was for me and everyone thought the tumbleweed was me too.When I got home I found out that a tumbleweed "uprooted" or rather left it's roots behind and went where the wind took it. It scattered seed as it tumbled. It sounded just like an image that had been growing inside me. It sounded like what the Holy Spirit had told me in the late 70's. I would be travelling and speaking one on one with the people I met. This came to pass. I did go travelling and scattered the seed of God's word as I went. We did uproot and move the following year as well.
	In 1978 I had a dream about a shell (I wish I could remember it all now). I believed the dream was from God, so when my husband came home with a shell for me, I was very surprized and delighted. He didn't know about the dream. That weekend I asked my husband if he would do the cooking so I could make art. He did. I began a series on the theme of broken shells. I thought they would show the flawed and cracked nature of life and thus satisfy the criteria I'd been given for Christian art. I made two art works based on the dream and thought my life was like the broken shells. I had become so busy I'd stopped reading the Bible and talking to God throughout the day. I was missing Him, and didn't know it. I'd thought a husband would fill the loneliness hole, but I discovered only communication with God could.
	In the early 1970's I had a dream about a large red rock like Ayers rock. Water came pouring down like rain over it. The water was filled with the most amazing moving patterns, like nothing I'd seen before. The rain seemed to be alive. I wanted to paint it, but didn't know how to interpret the moving patterns, so I put it on hold. Later I discovered that Jesus poured forth living waters and knew that was what I'd seen. "For my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water" (Jeremiah 2:13). "For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants" (Isaiah 44:3). Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water” (John 4:10-14).

How some of my prophetic art came into being