Keep Singing His Praise!

A Child’s dream…

 
We were all grown up,
Not living with each other anymore,
But the kids still did things with my husband and I.
We didn’t live where we do now anymore.

We had moved into an old church building located in a smaller city,
With a basement, and a traditional hall where preaching could take place.
We were co-owners of the church, along with two other married couples,
And took turns preaching and sharing and discussing the Word,
On a strict schedule that rotated every three months.
I knew where everything was stored, and had full access to everything.

We had stored extra sleeping bags, water, food, and other needed items,
For those that would one day take refuge in the church.

On this day, we had managed to sync all our schedules,
So we could all be together again (our family,) after months of being apart.

We had all been reunited for about an our or two,
Right around dusk or twilight,
When an Armageddon-type event occurred.

There was some kind of invasion happening,
Some kind of barrier had been breached,
Alien beings of some kind,
Were suddenly invading and killing all the people.

It started first with the president,
And then went quickly down the ranks of government,
Till there was no one left.
(The lack of government greatly added to the chaos.)

One minute they would be there, and the next, ZAP,
With their face aflame, they would evaporate into smoke and then into nothing,
But their scream could still be heard for a moment or two after their body was gone,
Like an echo of their pain and terror. Even after their cries were silent,
And even if there were no belongings left in that spot,
(If they dropped something before getting zapped,)
We could tell that someone had died there,
For an evil of some kind remained in that place.
(One got that feeling of unease, whenever one walked over that spot.)

There had been no warning whatsoever, no ransom note or demands,
Just killing, quickly, with no mercy or order.
There was no place to hide; they could sense where you were hidden,
So they found you where ever you were.

Businessmen in their fancy suits, rushed to get their money,
Hoping to try and pay them off with riches or promises of positions of power,
But when they realized this would not work,
(they would see some get zapped who were already trying to bargain with them,)
They decided to try to escape in their fancy cars or on their jet.

Cars were crashing into buildings,
As their driver and occupants would be zapped,
Leaving the car still in motion.

Animals were left and not taken,
Their emotions fed off of their owners,
And became upset when they felt the fear
Or the absence of their owners,
As they were zapped by the aliens.

These aliens looked just like demons, with their varied shapes and sizes,
(not like the grays or reptiles one might think of now when one says ‘aliens’,)
And they cloaked themselves in a black darkness that was all around them.
They moved so fast, as if our earthly time and space did not apply to them.
It seemed as if they simply teleported form one spot to another,
But if one followed them closely, one could see that they simply moved so swiftly
That it was hard for the eye to notice it.

They went about zapping all humans, from children to old people,
No age was left alone.

We first heard the commotion, the screams of the people,
And went outside to see what all the commotion was all about.
That was when we seen what was happening.

I stood there, at the opening of the church doors,
Telling people to come inside, that we had all that was needed to survive
Already for them inside, but no one would listen.
They were too filled with panic,
And the thoughts of loosing their own earthy stuff
To really listen.
Those that did hear my cries, looked at me and what I stood under,
And said that they absolutely refused to enter into a church.
(at this time, and where we were,
A church was viewed as the last place one went to before dying.
It was associated with death, and condemnation, NOT life or salvation!
They seen it as a place where one would go into,
Bow down and kiss the feet of the pastor/father
Pour out all your sins, and then prepare yourself to die.

NO ONE REALLY BELIEVED.

I kept trying to tell anyone who could hear my voice to come in,
That supplies were there for them, and that they would be safe within.
But again, no one believed it.

It was so very heart-wrenching for me to see so many people dying around me,
Simply because they refused to believe.

The men were hidden within the church, my oldest was vying for attention,
(arguing, know-it-all problem solving, devaluing it,)
And my youngest boy simply shut down in fear, and was unreachable.
(wave your hand over his face, see his open eyes, but get no response.)
He figured we were all screwed.

Even those that had come to the services before,
Regular attendees, refused to come in,
Saying that they had plans to shelter by themselves
In their own homes, with their own family.
I kept telling them,
“Keep quoting the scriptures!
Keep singing His praise songs!
This will keep you safe from them!”
I hoped that they would. 

I became really tired, tired of seeing so many people die,
That really didn’t need to die, if they would only believe,
So much so, that I finally went inside for a few moments,
Cause the grief of what I had seen, was too much for me.
so many of our friends, some I had known for years, now dead,
All because they simply refused to believe.

One woman was running back to her home, to collect her things,
And to check on her children, and as she ran off, she was vaporized.

One of my kids stayed outside, hoping to catch the attention of passer-bys
And a few would stop and ask why we were also not panicking,
And were just standing there.

When they were told, and that they were welcome to take shelter with us,
They would scoff, and say we were crazy,
For that was not what they had heard to do from the radio/authorities,
And besides, who ever heard of using scripture and praise songs,
To fight off such? They looked at it as silly nonsense;
they did not believe that the Word had any power at all!

We however, already knew differently.

We kept thinking, why should we fear these aliens?
We have been fighting off demons for years;
It’s just that now they can be seen by everyone.

As the night descended upon the U.S., the killings all around us raged.

About after midnight, after most of the easy pickings had been killed off,
The aliens then turned and tried to attack the believers.

They would try to zap us, but we would only feel a prick,
Or like touching the surface of a cooling-but-still-hot-stove,
We could feel the pain, but would not die.

Every time we would feel them attack,
We would recite scripture, or sing a praise song.
It got to the point, that one of us was constantly speaking the Word,
Or singing a praise song, to fight them off and remove any pain.

We took turns doing this for several hours,
Till finally they gave up and left us for easier prey.

When the morning came, we discovered, through the emergency radio
That there were other pockets of believers that had survived.
Out of the three favorite radio stations that I had written down,
Only the Christian radio station was still broadcasting.
(The station wasn’t completely Christian all the time,
But one could still hear true Christian music being played on it
as their play list would cycle through.)
In America, the pocket of survivors were most often found in churches. 
In the rest of the world, Places that had not really known Christ before the attack were mostly destroyed.
The whole world had been attacked.
At least 3/4ths of the world’s population had been killed off.

Only believers (or those sheltered among them,) remained.

There were no riots afterwards, no rushing to take another’s belongings.
If there was a need, and they seen something that was needed,
They would use it. but it was never called theirs.
(It was usually used to help another in need.)

It was very eerie, seeing so many empty houses without any occupants.

It was the dream that felt so very real.
The knowledge of this time, (the year 2012 and earlier,)
Is what seemed unreal, almost like a dream.
(It felt so long ago, that sometimes people would ask themselves
If that’s what life was really like.)

The attack only lasted one night.

*

At first, what affected my child so deeply with this dream,
Was that the role of churches had become so backwards.
They were never meant to be a stigma of death, shame, and hopelessness.
Then, after clicking on an audio news link from NASA the next morning,
My child became even more affected by it,
The audio link sounded just like the demonic aliens did in the dream,
as they were attacking…

 http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/multimedia/pia07966.html
After being told this dream, I began to notice, that so many web sites out there,
Automatically come to the conclusion that some of the worst destruction to come upon a land described in Revelation, absolutely has to be only from a nuclear war.
After hearing of this dream, I am not so sure…

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5 comments on “Keep Singing His Praise!

  1. Wow, a very vivid dream.

    This sounds like Lot’s wife:

    “One woman was running back to her home, to collect her things,
    And to check on her children, and as she ran off, she was vaporized.”

    This dreams reminds me of when the Israelites crossed the Red Sea. When we are truly surrendered to Christ, there is a hedge of protection around us. All of those unbelievers who died in your dream, had no hedge of protection from the demons.

    This dream also reminds me of when the Israelites in Egypt applied blood to their doorposts so that the angel of death would pass over them. Those who are surrendered to Christ are protected by His Precious Blood.

    The “zapping” by the demons/aliens is very interesting. I was in bed in this mental hospital in Washington, D.C. back in 1985 and I was absolutely positively zapped by a demon or by Satan himself. It was electrocution and it lasted for about an hour. It was absolute torture. This malevolent being was on top of me and it tried to kill me, but it couldn’t. I believe that that demon knew that I would fight through my demonic bondage (manic-depression) in faith and be healed. I was healed a year later.

    I hope more people read this dream.

  2. “I Will Bring Distress Upon Men, Because They Have Sinned Against The Lord”
    http://tim-shey.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-bring-distress-upon-men-because.html

    Hitchhiking around the United States for most of 15 years, I think the greatest sin I see in America is Earth Worship–Baal Worship–Enviro-paganism. Look at Romans Chapter 1: when men worshiped the creation rather than the Creator, He gave them over to a reprobate mine. This Earth Worship probably began soon after Adam fell. And all of that Earth Worship (sin) poisoned the Earth and the Lord vomited mankind from the Earth (except for Noah and his family) through the Great Flood.

    If you look at the things that the Obama Administration stands for, it really makes a man vomit. Obama is very anti-Israel, which is another way of saying that Obama loves to shoot himself in the foot. I just saw on FOX News last night, that the State Department refuses to call Jerusalem the capital of Israel. This is outright blatant sin against the Lord! The United States is ripe for God’s Wrath!

  3. Wow- this is very much a confirmation of what some are claiming is going to happen. A man named Jonathan Kleck is saying there is going to be an “alien/demon” invasion.
    Listen to his recording!

    I know sounds crazy– but here is another guy who says the same thing–

    And here– The Golden Ships
    http://www.unitedstatesprophecy.com/Revelations_2011.html

    Keep praising the Lord and come into the ark of protection in Him!
    Sarah

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