Keep Going, Till The Last One Is Saved!

I have been praying and asking the Lord,
To give me more dreams of the future,
Ones where His children,
and those who would one day become His, would be saved.
Dreams where they would be provided for,
despite great hunger and famine.

Then two nights ago, He gave me one.

*

This time, I am with a young black man.

(No one ever pays any attention to me,
so I sense that I am a spirit simply sent there, to observe.)

This young black man, his name is Willie.
No one really knows where he came from,
Or how old he really is,
He just always looks the same some how.

He is average looking,
With a welcoming face.

His clothes are old and well wrinkled,
Torn in places, but he hides that the best he can.

He lives out on the streets,
Among the homeless of the land.
And among the homeless, he is known to have the least.

He usually lives by one of the shopping malls that is still somewhat full of merchants.
I watch him, as he weaves in and out of the people and the stuff for sale out on the sidewalks,
avoiding the patrolling cop car with long practiced ease.

Finally, he turns into a store, that was selling clothing,
(they were having a big sale there that weekend,)
And he quickly picks out a man’s shirt,
(it reminded me of some kind of seersucker material,
but it was an all beige color,)
and then went to the locked cabinet up front, to see about finding a nice men’s necklace.

The one’s there for sale, were made of a composite metal, with a brushing of pure copper over it.
(Gold and silver jewelry had not been sold in the area for some time.
All anyone in the area could afford, was the cheep shiny copper colored jewelry sent to America from overseas.)

He was looking for one that was the richest looking,
And he stood there for several moments, trying to pick one out.
They were made of multiple metal chains, and the chains all came together in the middle,
anchored to each side with a good-sized eagle, its beak holding together the bunch of chains.

The shop clerk then came over to him, and opened up the case, and pulled out one near the one he had been looking at.
He was about to tell her that she had the wrong one, when he realized that the price of this one was actually cheaper,
yet the item looked the most expensive. So he nodded to her that that was the one he wanted.
The price was twenty dollars, on sale. So she handed it over to him, and then walked off.

Willie then stood in line, waiting to pay for his purchases,
but as he got nearer to the counter, he suddenly realized that he had nothing with him to pay for it with.

I knew that the shame of being in line and waiting to purchase something with no money burdened his heart.

So when he got to the counter, he asked the clerk there if he could please somehow place it on hold until tomorrow,
and pick it up then. (The shop was now closing for the day.)
This was unheard of; the shop keepers would not hold anything for anyone anymore,
but the clerk just gave a big sigh, and said ‘O.k. Willie, I’ll trash it for you.”
Then she wadded it up into a little ball, and stuffed it up under the counter into a corner,
and then motioned for the next person to be helped.

Willie then left the store,
Promising himself and the store clerk that he would return on the morrow with the cash,
(I sensed he figured he would get this out in the country, maybe perhaps from his old home,)
and began in earnest to search among the buildings,
Gathering up with him, all those who were willing and ready to now get onto the bus with him.

Willie longingly looked up at the corner of the entrance, to where a Mc Donald’s restaurant stood,
its warmth and lights reaching out to all in the area,
reminding anyone there of the hot and tasty food being sold within it.
But for Willie, its prices were still way too far out of his ball park to afford.

He continued to gather up the others, and I then began to realize that all these kids knew Willie very well,
and thought of him as their good friend.

Some stayed there in the city, but others were finally ready to leave it,
and they got onto the bus with Willie, that would take them out into the country,
where there was more hope for a better future. Thankfully, the bus driver allowed the homeless to ride for free,
so this cost was still affordable for them.

It was a long ride, and during this time,
I heard the whispers of others on the bus relay their stories of how Willie had helped them out.
Sometimes he would scrounge around in the dumpsters of Mc Donalds, looking for a few French fries left over in a bag,
and instead of eagerly eating them for himself, he would just take one or two to keep him going,
and then hand off the rest to them. He taught them how to avoid the cops, where the safest and warmest place was to sleep,
and who was safe and who was dangerous. One time, I was told he even went to jail for another,
knowing he would get the lesser sentence. (And knowing this would have been the death of the other man.)
No matter what your race or creed, Willie was always there to give you that helping hand.
He even helped them unite with each other to protect each other when he wasn’t there.
It seemed as if there wasn’t anything that their old Willy wouldn’t do for them.

I realized then, that not one of them would have been on that bus, had they not known Willie.

These kids were now leaving the inner city for good,
And were going to roam about the countryside and beyond,
in the hopes of finding something they could do and eat.
Most of the owners of the houses that were strewn about,
were willing to lend a helping hand if they could.
The kids were very willing to work to earn their food,
and were even eager to learn a new trade, or help out somehow,
and at least out in the countryside, there were still green places that existed.
At the worst, they figured they could pick the grass and eat it.
They weren’t all convinced that life in the country would be better,
but they figured it couldn’t be worse than what their life had been in the city,
so they followed Willie out of there, for Willie had never led them wrong before.
They knew that Willie cared for them. They trusted Willie. They loved him as one of their own.

After they had exited the bus and met up with some of the volunteers that would help them to transition to their new life,
the kids looked around for Willie, but could not find him. They cried out for him, but there was no answer.

I seen him though, hiding out at the back of the bus,
As it began its trip back to the inner city.
He kept himself well hid from their searching eyes, till they were well out of view.

The bus driver just gave Willy a conspiratorial smile. He was also well acquainted with poor Willie.

As he returned to the city, my heart ached for Willie.

For some reason, he was compelled to keep returning there; he had no peace at all within him, unless he was back there.

Why could he not have stayed with them?
I sensed that he even had a family there somewhere in the country.
I sensed this is where he went, to beg for the money to go back and make that clothing purchase.
I knew now that the purchase was not for him. I sensed it was to go to someone who really needed it, to help them get a job.
(Willie figured that the new shirt and jewelry could help disguise the man’s ‘slightly’ worn pants and shoes.)
So, if he felt he could ask them for such money, why did he feel like he couldn’t go and live there with them?

My heart just ached to see him return to such an awful place.

*

I woke up from the dream then,
And told my God that I didn’t think the dream was from Him.

“This message is just too hard to take, Lord!
And besides,” I added on to my reasoning, “Your name wasn’t even mentioned ONCE through out that whole dream!”
(This has long been a mark in my dreams, that lets me know when they are from Him.
If Jesus is being praised or prayed to in the dream, then the dream must not be from satan,
for satan can not stand to hear Jesus being praised!)

But that voice from within was still insisting.

“O.k. Lord, so tell me. How could that dream possibly be from You?! Where is the positive message within it?”

There was a pause that I thought would remain, but then He answered me.
“Even when Willie was broke, he still had much to offer Me.”

Well, o.k., I understood the message now, but it still felt too depressing for me to take.
“Lord,” I said, still shaking my head in disbelief, “I need to see something more positive than that.
I need to hear Your Name in the dream to believe that it is from You!”

“Very well then,” He told me. “Go back to sleep.”

So I did.

Only rarely did the Lord ever wake me from a dream,
and then have me pick up right where I had left off when going back to sleep.
But I sensed that this is what He was going to do.

And sure enough He did.

But this time, the dream had advanced quite a bit in the time line.

I was still looking at the same inner city, but now the landscape had subtly changed.

There were hardly any cars in the parking lot. No goods were sitting out on the sidewalks anymore.
No shoppers could be seen anywhere.

The stores were desolate. A few had even been broken into,
And their remaining pieces of merchandise now lay on the ground, broken and unusable.

I could hear the sound of faint voices coming from within one of these stores, so I went in to investigate.

There, I found old Willie, still sitting there looking ageless, trying to befriend the girl next to him.
On the other side of them, sat an older black woman, listening in to their conversation.

I could sense, that the conversation was one that had been well used,
but for some reason, was no longer working.

The girl that Willie was trying to help, was named Brianna,
after the famous singer from the year 2013. Like the singer,
the girl had once been very beautiful, but now as she turned her face to look at William,
I could see that several of her front teeth were rotted black, and some of them were even missing,
having been knocked out by a fist a few years earlier.
Both her eyes were sunken in and looked like they were still black and blue from physical abuse.

I then seen her keeper, a bouncer type, sitting farther off in the corner.
He was not poor at all. He wore jewelry around his neck and fingers,
and he was covered in fine clothes that looked to be new and well kept.
He sat there listening in also, and as he did, he had two pairs of large sized green dice,
that he kept throwing up into the air and catching again with his beefy strong hands.
Each time they landed, he would open up his hands to read the dice.

Willie kept trying to tell the girl, that she must leave with him on the bus tonight, but she wouldn’t say anything.

Brianna brought her body up to one of the huge deep fryers that was still there, and then rolled herself in the oil.
Her body was so small and frail that this was easy to do.

The woman sitting there listening in, finally spoke up at her actions.
“Brianna dear, please don’t do that honey! They are turning on the fryer right now!
You must get out or you will be burned!”

But she still sat there in the huge fryer, with her legs tucked in underneath her.

The bouncer watched, but said nothing.

Brianna then spoke up. “This is the only way I can FEEL anything! If I’m not hurting, then I don’t feel right…”

At this, the older lady began to cry. “Oh Brianna child! Don’t be doing this to yourself!
There has got to be another way!”

But Brianna remained unmoving in the fryer.

Then the voice of the older woman began to rise in volume.

She was weeping and crying out to her God.

“Oh Lordy Lordy Jesus! Can’t You just PLEASE take this child home now?
Why must You keep her living on this earth? Hasn’t she suffered enough?
Please Jesus! Have mercy on her! Take her life now! Bring her home to be with You!
Please, Please, Please Jesus! Hear me! Answer me! PLEASE!”

I looked over to William and seen that even his eyes were wet with tears.

The oil had been steadily heating up, and the smell of raw cooking flesh wafted up from the fryer.
Brianna was beginning to moan and scream from the pain.

Finally Willie and the woman could not stand it any longer,
and reached over and pulled Brianna out of the huge fryer,
and laid her very gently upon the ground.

The bouncer had gotten up from the corner immediately
when he had seen them grab a hold of Brianna and lift her out of the oil,
and Willie and the woman wondered if they would now be killed for interfering.

But the roll of the dice was with them.

The bouncer swung the dice in his hands up again, and tried to read them when they landed.

But the bouncer found he could not read them any longer, for they had just broken in his hands and were beyond repair.

He gave a slight shrug,threw the dice away, and then walked off.

Willie and the older woman took this as a sign,
And went to pick up the still crying Brianna.

She gave them no resistance,
(which they also took as a sign,
for this also had not happened before,)
and between the two of them,
they were able to place her on the bus that was waiting for them.

The bus driver still remained there in the parking lot,
Keeping an eye on Brianna,
And waited for Willie and the woman to return.
This ride was on his own dime, for the city bus system had long ago stopped serving this area.
The driver had managed to scrape enough money together (with the help of several others,)
to find an old unused bus and some gas for one more ride into town.

Willie had gone off again, calling out around the buildings,
for anyone else left there, (no matter what their age,) who wanted to take that chance and leave with them.

Willie was frantic with his cries and his searching. Much time passed, but he would not give up and get on that bus.

Finally the older woman convinced Willie to board the bus, almost pulling him in with her.

And while the bus drove out into the country one more time, I heard the voice of the woman trying to placate Willie.

“You’ve done all you can, William!,” she said to him, still pleading with him. “There is no one left there now to help!
The children have all gone! It’s over William! You’re done! Now it is your turn to go into the country!”

She kept on repeating this to Willie,
Still trying to convince him.

When Brianna would begin to moan again from the pain, the older woman would go to her and hold her gently,
rocking her back and forth and letting her cry in her arms.

As she held her, the old woman began to pray for Jesus to take her home again.

Finally the bus arrived, and a huge group of people were there to greet them.

The bus driver and the old woman carried out Brianna, and she was placed into waiting arms.
They left the group to go attend to her burns.

As I watched her leave, I couldn’t help but wonder if Brianna would ever truly heal from her emotional wounds.
Would she ever realize that even now she was still a valued child of God?

Then Willie got off the bus.

He stumbled out of the bus a few steps, and then just stood there, as the throng of people slowly enclosed around him.

They were the people he had helped through out the years to escape the inner city.

Most had been able to learn how to grow enough food for them to survive on.
Other trades had also been learned. A whole community sprang up in the area,
made up of these once-children refugees.

Not all had remained there; some had moved further up into the mountains.
But many had returned to be there for Willie, for what they were told, could be his last run.

“Hey Willie!” All the smiling voices welcomed him eagerly. “Good to see ya man!
You did it Willie! You saved us all! “Good job, Willie! We love you man!”

Many hugged him and kissed his cheek, and others patted him on the back over and over again.

It was clear to me, that all who were there, loved him deeply.

I watched as something must have finally happened within the heart of Willie,
for he now sank to his knees, looked up into the heavens, and gave thanks to God out loud.
Now he was at peace.
No longer would he board that bus and try to rescue those children.
He himself, finally acknowledged, that his job was indeed now done.

He returned to his parents home, and was reunited finally with the whole family.
He lived out the rest of his life there, amongst those he had helped, knowing he had completed his biggest work for God.
Even those around him knew, that one day Willie would go to heaven, and Jesus himself would greet him,
by saying “well done, my good and faithful servant.”

*

I then woke up and began to cry, ashamed that I had wanted Willie to stop before his work was done.
I was so busy thinking of Willie’s comfort, and seeing the dream through my own eyes,
that I didn’t realize what it would look like in the end through God’s eyes.
The thought of God’s tapestry came to mind, and I cried harder.

*

To all the Willies out there in this world,
PLEASE! DO NOT GIVE UP TOO SOON!
Others whom you know not of
will be with you in prayer.
Keep going, till the last one is saved!

For indeed your reward in heaven WILL be great…

*

“Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor,
and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.” (Matthew 19:21)

“Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life,
which God has promised to those who love him.”
(James 1:12, ESV)

“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things;
I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’ (Matthew 25:21 NIV)

“Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father,
inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was hungry,
and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.” (Matthew 25:34-36)

“For ye had compassion of me in my bonds, and took joyfully the spoiling of your goods,
knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance.
Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompense of reward.
For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.” (Hebrews 10:34-36)

“And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.” (Revelation 22:12)

And as far as Brianna’s outcome, the Lord gave me Matthew 19:26:

“And Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” – 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)

Thankful For The Food I Had Been Given

A dream…

I was going to meet a friend of mine
So we could spend some time talking to each other
And get caught up on what was going on in each others families. (To hear the latest news)

She asked me to meet her
At the local food bank
For that was the only time she had open.
(She had young children.)

When I pulled into the parking lot,
I could see it was very busy. There was just one or two spots left for a car to park.

I found one not too far away from my friend’s,
And caught up to her as she was walking up to the building.

There were many people waiting in line
To receive their free food,
And we were towards the end of the line.

We talked and chatted,
Until we were close to the food.

Then my friend was next.
She reached down and grabbed her box of food,
And as I was about to follow her,
A man stopped me and insisted that I take a box of food.

So I took one, feeling like a fraud,
For I still had enough food to last us for another week,
Or maybe two if we didn’t eat too much.
After that, I’d be out of food just like everyone else.
But I still had hope that my husband would find a job
So we could get some money to buy some food.
He’d only been out of work for about a year and a half.
We had been living off the food we had stored up,
When we had the money to put into it.
But I kept thinking that there must be others there,
That needed the food far more than I did.

As we both walked back to our cars,
I could see the police man watching us,
Watching everyone,
And I felt a moment of fear,
That I would somehow be caught,
And prosecuted
For taking food while I still had some.

But no one was checking for identification,
Nor asking for proof of need,
So we continued on
Till we reached our cars.

I found myself wondering if I looked that poor,
That I would need such items.
But I then realized with a sinking heart, that I was indeed, thin and gaunt. I had thought that to be so thin was in fashion, but I sensed then, that I had become too thin.

I felt shame at this, for I could well remember the days when I myself had donated food to the food pantry,
Or given them money to buy whatever food they had needed to help feed the poor.

But I never thought it would be our family
That would need the help.

When my friend and I came to her car,
I offered her the box of food that had been given to me.
But she insisted that I keep it for myself.

She drove off, waving to me,
While I still stood there holding my box of free food.

I looked down at the box,
And realized that there was enough to keep a family of four going for only about three days or so.

Most of it, (all of it?) was dry goods.
Rice, beans, boxed side dishes that needed water added to cook it, pancake mixes and other such items. There was even an opened bag of white flour, rolled closed and taped shut. There looked to be about three cups of the flour inside it.
The box was an open pallet type box, that might have once been used for fruit or vegetables,
But there was no fruit or vegetables in it now.
Fresh produce of any kind, was hard to find.
I realized, that they had put all the items in the boxes,
So that everyone could see that everyone was getting the same thing as everyone else. (They feared food riots otherwise.)

I then wondered, if my friend knew that I’d probably have to be there next week, to ask for the free food right along with her, and figured that I could probably use a head start.

I thanked her in my mind, (and resolved myself to thank her next week when I seen her here again,) for giving me the nudge I needed.

As I was putting the food into the back of the car,
I seen that they were putting out some fresh baked goods,
As an added bonus for the people.

Many of the people had already left,
But there were still enough people left,
To receive the handout.

So I walked up to where they were giving out the bread,
But by the time I got there,
All the loaves were gone. A man there offered me to have three cinnamon rolls (dry and stale ones,) in liew of the loaf of bread. I gladly accepted it with thanks.
He gave me a brisk hug, and then told me to come again, and get the free food, and to not suffer so because of my pride.
(He reminded me of a dear elderly gentleman that I had once known in my church, who was always caring for and helping out others.) He then motioned to me to get in line for the cinnamon rolls with icing on them, that they would be handing out next.

So I did.

They gave me a huge piece of green plastic,
(not quite as thick as a tarp,)
But I was confused and went back and then told them that I had wanted the roll instead. (I realized that the plastic was given out to those who didn’t even have a roof over their heads or a tent to shelter in. We were not that bad yet! We had a nice tent waiting for us at home if we needed it.)

But by this time, the workers were in a battle between themselves, concerning some trivial matter of who said what to whom, and left the food to go argue it out inside.

The people were left there, waiting for the food.

I got tired of waiting for them,
Even though I was next in line,
(I had already waited for over a half an hour,)
So I lunged forward towards one of the tables that had a roll with icing on it, (not the ones with lots of icing on it that I had hoped for, but one with some on it all the same,) and was able to pick up the one on the corner of the tray.

Gasps of the people closest to me could be heard,
(and one saying “Hey! That’s not fair!”,)
But I walked back to my car, licking my fingers from the icing, and quickly, thankfully, devoured the entire roll.
(I think some of the others behind me in line, also tried to grab a roll for themselves, while the workers bickered away the time inside the building.) The workers finally came back out and finished helping the people, till all the rolls were gone.

I drove home, my stomach no longer growling at me, thankful for the food that I had been given.

I then woke up form the dream.

When I went back to bed,
I dreamed that I had somehow been given,
(inherited?) a bunch of rabbits and a pair of hamsters.
Even the cages were now mine.

I knew how to take care of them,
For the one who had them before me,
Had been teaching me how to care for them.
He was an old, old man, with no relatives left to care about him. He had recently died in his sleep, and left them to me.

The rabbits were quite big in size,
And I knew that they would fetch me a good price if I wished to sell them. But I vowed to do things just like the old man did, and not sell too many off at one time. I needed to retain enough good stock to keep the rabbits breeding.
I also needed to keep enough for myself.

The pair of hamsters were due to have a litter any day now. They would grow quickly, and also be sold to others, though maybe not as quickly as the rabbits.

Most people could handle the thought of eating rabbit.
But not too many could handle the thought of eating a hamster. The hamsters were enough to flavor a pot of soup though, and for those who could afford little else, it was still edible meat.

Some purchased a male and a female rabbit from me,
Just so they could start their own tiny rabbit farm in their back yard. Others wanted one to eat. I charged them extra, to kill it and skin it for them. Most found a way to do it themselves, for they did not have that extra money. Sometimes they paid me to do it in front of them, so they would be able to do it next time by themselves. I didn’t mind showing them. If I knew I would be killing one soon, I would let them know so they could come and learn for free. I wasn’t one of those charlatans who was out just to gouge their customer. I (and the old man before me,) were ones that the people trusted.

There were those of course, who still greatly struggled with the thought of killing a rabbit for food, but sooner or later, their bellies would growl louder than their conscience, and they would break down and buy one to eat. I would try to sell them the older ones, telling them that they had already lived a good long life in rabbit years, and would soon die of old age before too long anyways. They seemed to appreciate this thought.

I also stretched the skins out and scraped them clean, and then sold the pelts later to be used to help keep one warm. (I was not a good sewer, but I was good enough to piece some together for me to stay warm enough in the winter.) Some people didn’t want to be bothered with the skin, and I then told them that I would buy it back from them, for a little bit of money. It would take me quite a bit of work to clean up the fur, but if they had done a half way decent job of skinning it, then the work left was not too much for me to do. I could then sell it for a small profit, or keep it myself to use.

The pelts were not as big of a seller, as the rabbits themselves were. The meat, the protein, is what was in the highest demand.

I then woke up.

* * * *

An Angel Of The Lord Led Us

Another dream…

We Christians are being rounded up and kept in a fortress. No barbed wire, but banks of earth surround us, placed there by the government. It was not kept locked; you could come and go from its entrance, but there really was no reason to go elsewhere, for there was nothing outside of it except desolation, or more compounds just like it farther away.
 
I kept trying to warn those around me, that this government would one day start killing us, (because we were Christians,) but they thought me crazy, and no one really believed me.

Then one fine bright sunny day, on a government-declared holiday, (similar to America’s Fourth of July,) a girlfriend, (somewhat,) came running up to me and my family, just as we were about to step out into the busy public picnic area, calling my name frantically. When she reached us, she told me that I was right; the government was going to kill everyone in the compound, and that she had just seen (and overheard) the pilots talking as they filled up their planes with the poisons.

These were the same three planes that had been scheduled to take part in an acrobatic air show, in honor of the mandated holiday. 

She described the poisons as being in two parts, one was a gas the pilots called ‘krylon’, (I could be spelling that wrong,) and the other part was some kind of microscopic computer kill chip that was suspended in a mixture of synthetic blood. This chip was designed to penetrate the skin within moments, and would then be transported directly to the heart, where it attached itself and detonated a powerful electric charge, thereby causing the heart to stop beating. It could travel, (given enough time,) and was programmed to seek out all human life forms within the contained area. When all the people had been killed off, the chips self-destructed and became inert.  

We heard the roar of the planes engines as they took to the air. We knew that they would soon be circling round to dump their spray onto the unsuspecting people, as they gathered to picnic out in the main park. 

There was no time to run back to warn anyone, nor retrieve any of our belongings, so we started running towards the outer embankments of the compound as fast as we could.

When we were in sight of the embankment, we seen three large planes begin to descend towards us, but I yelled at everyone to keep running. (They were about to give up, thinking it hopeless, but the Spirit of God kept pushing me forward.)

When the planes were almost above us, I seen them open up their bellies, and begin to spray the reddish-brown fluid down upon us and the city. They thought they had gotten us with the poison, but instead had just missed us by a moment or two, thanks to an odd gust of wind that kicked up as we ran.

As we neared the embankment, I searched for one of the tunnel openings, (like an under-pass of a freeway, but with a shallow stream of water beneath it,) and found one not too far ahead. As we ran to it, we heard the planes circle around for another pass, and hid in some bushes nearby, till they passed over us again. (They did not try to spray us again, for they did not see us.)

Then we scrambled over the rocks and water, as we climbed up and out of the tunnel opening. I had gone last, and just as my foot crossed over it, steel-poled gates fell down from the top of the tunnel, sealing everyone else in. We were all surprised by the gates, for no one had even known that they were there.

The Holy Spirit quickly led us out into the ‘desolation’ area, and away from the compound, towards another compound nearby, that had not been scheduled yet for their ‘altercation’. The ‘desolation’ area was called this, because it had no stores or homes in it, and had been ‘returned’ to its ‘natural’ state. But there were scrub bushes, trees, and some patches of grass around us, so it was somewhat simple to remain hidden from prying eyes, as we traveled to the next compound. (There were no real roads to speak of; air travel had become the preferred way to travel. That or subways beneath the earth.)

As we entered into this next compound, and tried to blend in, we realized that we stood out somewhat, in that our dress was just a little different than the others there. So we still kept to the shadows and the greenery, hoping to blend in enough to pass.

I need not have worried. As we entered, an angel of the Lord appeared before us, and led us through the town, to a place where we were told would be safe for us for a while.

As we passed through the center of the town, we went by little kiosks of food snacks that people were selling to the passer-bys. The angel of the Lord led us close to one of them, and asked us if we were hungry, (we were famished, but just realized this at that moment,) and then motioned with his hand to the buckets of snacks, and said, “Eat.”

The nearest bowls of snacks held confections that were a swirled mix of white and milk chocolate, shaped into small sea shells. We each grabbed a handful or two, as we passed on by, being careful not to cause any to be spilled, (which would get the seller’s attention,) and thereby raising an alarm.

As we passed, I looked back to see how much we had taken from the seller. I was concerned that we had taken too much, and did not want the man to take a loss on his product, as I knew he was just trying to make a living by selling them. But when I looked closer, I found that the baskets were just as full as they had been before, with maybe a few more to top them off. I was relieved.

I kept thinking that we could be seen, and indeed were seen, but somehow, the angel of the Lord shielded us from being seen by those who might mean us harm.

When we reached the ‘safe’ houses, we were split up into different homes, so it would be easier to hide us from the authorities.

In the home I was placed in, one of them understood my problem and wanted me there, and her mate did not. They had one teenage son who was ill with a sore on his neck, and in bed.

Someone nearby, became suspicious of the house I was hiding in, and went to the local authorities. Soon, the government was at the door, to search the house, so I had to find a hiding place.

The first few times of this, was simple, for their search effort was only half-hearted; they came in mostly to question the mom and dad, and not really to search the whole house well to find me. But their visits became more frequent, and their searches more intense. At one point, I went downstairs, and was told by the Holy Spirit, to take a half-full (huge) box of blankets, and dump it over on top of me. When they came downstairs to search the room, they slit open the top of the box I was hiding under, pulled out a few blankets, and then left, figuring I was not there.

The couple was worried about their son, concerned they would be denied help cause of me, so I asked them if they wanted me to lay my hands on the wound. Slowly, with uncertainty, they said yes.

When I went to go wash my hands first, God told me no, and to hold them up to the red heating lamp in their bathroom instead. But I felt this would not sanitize them well enough, so I went over to the mirrored sink and began washing my hands. But the voice inside reprimanded me. “You are not doing what I told you to do.” So I stopped, but it was too late; I had been seen by a police man.

He ran around front to get me, but I ran out the back door and away from the house.

Soon many were out searching for me, so I went underground in the subways to hide.

The subways of this city amazed me; they were so perfectly covered in glossy light blue-green square tiles, reminiscent of the color of water. They were on the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling.

As I made my way down, every so often God would tell me to hide, or press myself into the halls alcove areas that were spread out at regular intervals, and remain still. But after a while I began to question this, for I never seen anyone else in the tunnels. I was about to not do it, when God let me know that I was to do so, for the tunnels were watched by remote sensors that picked up movement, every few minutes or so. The Holy Spirit was helping me avoid the motion detectors, by having me duck into the little ‘doorway-like’ alcoves whenever the sensor was trained to where I was. So I followed the Holy Spirit’s nudges as I made my way through the tunnels.

At one point, I could have taken a right turn, yet I sensed it would only lead me down into further trouble, as it clearly sloped downwards as far as I could see, deeper into the earth, and I could hear the faint sounds of voices and human habitation echoing off the walls in the distance. In that hallway, there were no alcoves, and I sensed from the Holy Spirit that there were no motion sensors there either.  

 

Then my alarm went off, and I woke up.

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