This is number two of three dreams that came a week apart from each other in the summer of 2004. They are seared into my mind. Every detail, every sound, every feeling. I've prayed to let this go, but I can't get them out of my head. This past Christmas I prayed and asked for a sign, if I should let these dreams go. My prayer was answered and I can't let them go. I have to hang on to them. I have to share them.
First I pray, Father. I pray that they hear. I pray that they hear. For this is not a message of my own.
The following verse keeps popping up in my head -
[ The Lordís Promise of His Spirit ] ďThen, after doing all those things,I will pour out my Spirit upon all people.Your sons and daughters will prophesy.Your old men will dream dreams ,and your young men will see visions.
Iím sitting at the dining room table in my Fathers house.
The house I grew up in. There is a can of beer in front of me on the table.
Just as I look at the beer Iím hit with several different feelings.
I can feel heat. Like summer time heat. Even though I'm inside, I feel the heat.
Itís a holiday. The whole family is there.Joy fills the house.
My stepmom is in the kitchen preparing the meal. I get up and help her.
As Iím helping her, I canít help but notice an unusual faint sound.
I canít put my finger on it. Iíve never heard this sounds before.
Iím the first to hear it. I ask the others if they can hear it. At first they couldn't,
but this sound gradually becomes louder, and louder, and louder.
As I walk over to the dining room window to see where this sound is coming from,
I begin hearing the windows rattle from the sounds vibration.
Even the plates in the cupboards begin shaking. The sound is becoming so loud
that the vibrations are even felt in my body. I hear everything in the house shaking.
Even the house itself.I look out of the window and see a terrible and dreadful sight.
An enormous fireball moving through the sky close to the ground. Itís moving from the south Ė northward.
The sky behind it is filled with plumes of smoke and no light is coming through.
Darkness covers the entire sky. As I stare at it move across the sky I see people,
they are filling the streets. All the joy of the holiday has quickly disappeared.
The people are running and screaming for their lives.
The fear in their screams and the fear on their faces fills my entire body all at once.
I enter a panic stricken state. Just as quickly as the panic set in, out of nowhere peace enters.
Iím calm, cool and collected. Almost as if Iím not even myself. I have no idea where this peace came from,
but I didnít question it. I knew there were only a few moments left before this fireball strikes the ground.
I gather all the people around me into a circle. I tell them to get on their knees and pray the Lordís prayer.
They do as I say. I walk into the kitchen and I look northward out the window Ė the direction the fireball is going.
I stand in front of the window, join the people in prayer with both my arms extended into the air and hands open.
Iím looking and the fireball strikes the ground. I can see debris flying up into the sky
and there is a blast wave that looks like itís touching the clouds moving outward from the point of impact.
I continue praying in peace as the blast wave quickly moves outward and towards us.
It hits me and passes through me like a gentle breeze of wind. I feel my hair land on my shoulders.
As soon as it lands on my shoulders Iím looking at myself standing there.
I have on a blue robe. It covers my entire body. Even my feet. There is a staff like rod in my right hand. All appearing at the blink of an eye as the blast wave passes. The rod looks wooden.
A quick glimpse is all I see and then Iím back in myself turning around towards the people who were praying with me.
As I walk towards them, I notice not all of them are there.
A feeling that came over me told me that they were taken with the blast wave as it passed. Then I woke.
What are you trying to tell me, Father? What does this mean? I'm looking to and consulting You. Please let me know.
I ask this in Jesus' name, Amen.
Someone may say to you, ďLetís ask the mediums and those who consult the spirits of the dead. With their whisperings and mutterings, they will tell us what to do.Ē But shouldnít people ask God for guidance? Should the living seek guidance from the dead?
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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