The Pomegranate Tree
My Testimony: The Pomegranate Tree and the War for My Scroll
It came to me in a vision—that quiet, half-asleep space where heaven speaks without words.
I saw a tree. At first, I thought it was just a bush. It wasn’t tall or grand. But its branches were full of fruit—bright red fruit, almost glowing. I leaned in, pressing my face through the leaves, trying to get a closer look.
And then I saw it:
A serpent. Coiled. Watching. Twisting in the very tree that bore the fruit.
My spirit rose immediately. I took a warfare stance. I rebuked the serpent, resisted its twisting presence, cast it down, and imagined myself trampling it underfoot.
What shocked me later was the revelation: the tree I had seen—without knowing its name—was a pomegranate tree. I didn’t even recognize it at first. But when I searched online, image after image confirmed it. That was the fruit I had seen. That was the tree.
And then came the deeper understanding.
In Scripture, the pomegranate tree is sacred and symbolic:
It adorned the priest’s garments (Exodus 28:33)
It decorated Solomon’s temple (1 Kings 7:18)
It is a sign of fruitfulness, royalty, covenant, and sacred inheritance
This wasn’t just a dream. It was a prophetic revelation about my scroll and ministry.
The pomegranate tree represented:
My priestly identity
My hidden fruitfulness
My divine inheritance
And the serpent?
It was more than temptation.
It was a guardian of territory, a familiar spirit resisting my reach.
It was the same ancient voice that whispered to Eve, hoping to twist the truth and steal the promise.
But unlike Eve, I did not entertain it.
I fought. I stood. I cast it down.
“And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her seed; He shall crush your head, and you shall bruise His heel.”
(Genesis 3:15)
This vision revealed the core of my anointing:
I am not just a bearer of fruit.
I am a defender of it.
Later, prophetic confirmations came—even articles about the pomegranate's prophetic significance. A sister in the Spirit had dreams aligning with this imagery. The symbols repeated. The echoes increased.
I realized the Lord had been pointing me to this for a long time.
This tree—this scroll—this fruit—was mine to steward.
The pomegranate tree showed me that my inheritance is holy, but it will be contested. Not by chance, but because of its weight.
But by His grace, I have stood in the garden and said,
"Not today, serpent."
And I continue to say it.
I now know:
This tree is mine. This scroll is mine. This fruit is from the Lord. And I will guard it with all the authority He has given me.