"...To the one who is conquering, to him will I be giving of the hidden manna, and I shall be giving him a white pebble and on the pebble a new name written, of which no one is aware except the one who is obtaining it." (Rv 2:17, CLV)
"The one who is conquering, him will I be making a pillar in the temple of My God, and he may be coming out nevermore, and I will be writing on him the name of My God, and the name of the city of My God, the new Jerusalem, which is descending out of heaven from My God, and My new name." (Rv 3:12, CLV)
Some years ago there was a period in my life in which, for the first time, I suffered organized slander from a group of persons. At first I thought I was losing my mind, something like blind people, when they hear people talking just out of the range of hearing what they're saying, their mind organizes the sounds into things said against themselves. Then, when over a period of time I'd look up at the person calling out a really bad or x-rated name, I'd see them looking at me, making it clear to whoever they could, that they were talking about me; so, I began to recognize the same few people every time. I knew it was not just in my mind. Who they were or why the people responsible did it, though I've theorized, I don't really know. They never asked my permission or explained their motivation. They just repeated slander slogans for all to hear when I was around. These slogans would change every so many days, their calling me one thing for a while, and then all of them calling me another thing for a period after that. They also pointed me out to various ones with them, repeating the same bogus biographies, words repeated as though each of these slanderers had memorized something off of a chain letter.
Among the gifts God gave to help me in this tormenting circumstance there were dreams and visions. One was of a sort of "rock" on a hillside covered with fallen leaves, surrounded by about a waist high barbed wire fence. The rock was approximately man high or a little taller and almost like some kind of abstract memorial slab in shape, that in the late twilight just before nightfall glowed as if it was made of opaque light. While it was sticky, all of the labels the shadowy people tried to reach over the fence to put on it wouldn't stick to it and were instead blown away by the breeze. I believe I was that rock in the sense of how I impacted the minds of society around me in that place at that time.