Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation

A dream…

The dream began with a nuclear bomb of some kind suddenly going off. The bomb was many miles away from where I, (a young female adult believer,) stood. The area was very flat, with no hills around it to hide the city from view, so I could see the mushroom cloud quite clearly. The earth shook and trembled under its force, and I had to steady myself lest I fall. This explosion was not the white fluffy mushroom ones I had seen before on television; it was black and the mushroom part was deeply red colored instead. The sky was dark, though from the time of day or night or the bomb itself, I could not tell for sure. (I sensed it was night time.) The earth roiled and changed colors like smoldering coals in a fire, first charring everything black, then suddenly blowing back to life with red hot fire, before returning to the black color once again. This red fire rippled outwards like a pebble thrown in a pond, till the end of its reach left spots of black char among the untouched ground.

Then from among this vision, came a person, walking away from the bomb blast. She was followed by others, trickling in, trying to get as far away from the blast as they could. Some dropped and died as they walked, while the survivors kept walking, wanting so very badly to get as far away from it as possible, despite knowing that for them it was probably too late and that they also would end up dead.

God’s people reacted totally different to the devastation; they had the attitude that as they were not dead yet, they would keep serving and following God till they no longer could. Those Christians whose faith was weak, succumbed to the radiation and died. Those who believed that Jesus could save them from the radiation survived with no side effects from the radiation. It was as if they were somehow immune to it.

These Christian survivors tried to witness to others, and the way these believers remained in good health was a visual reminder of a miracle that could be theirs too, if they came to Christ. There were a few who turned to Christ and were saved, (from both the radiation and from hell,) but most turned away from the good news and died, for they simply could not bring themselves to believe in such a miracle or in the God that gave it to His children.

My heart ached to see those people die without Christ.

Farther out from the blast, people were panicking, and running to the stores to buy provisions. I found myself outside a Target store, looking at the long lines of people waiting for their turn to get in. Target employees were trying to keep the people in line and orderly. Many people were buying odd stuff, like masses of paper towels, that would not be of much use to them over the long haul. You could only buy as much as you could carry, for cars and other motorized transportation was not working. Walking was the only way to get from place to place.

You could tell who were the real believers and who were not, simply by the look on their faces. Those who were believers in Jesus Christ, had positive thoughts, and this was reflected outwards towards others. There was a peace about them that stood out from all the chaos around them. Those who were not believers were in shock, and walked around as if in a daze, unable to think clearly.

I was not able to tell how the people buying the stuff payed for it, or if it was simply given away to them. You still had to wait in long lines to check out your items, but even the watches on peoples arms had stopped working, so I did not know what other kind of mechanics had been left in working condition, to charge the people.

I woke up and felt both sad and hopeful over the dream. Sad that such a thing had happened, yet hopeful having witnessed the believers being immune to the radiation. I wondered if this was a warning dream, and I wondered if it might actually happen one day. I wondered if in the future I would get another dream to confirm this one.

I then went back to sleep.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Four more dreams and visions that have come to pass

(Please note, this is a continuation of the previous post: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/07/28/the-letters-j-and-h-and-3-visions-that-have-come-true/ . )

Four more dreams/visions my children have had, that have come to pass:

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This dream (it was not a vision,) was the oddest one to have been given. It was like a puzzle that we could not figure out, till it happened.

In this dream, the child went about their daily life, just as they would as if they were awake. But in this dream, they would keep hearing music in the background. The music would vary slightly, but always had the same singer. The music played over and over and over again, till it really grated on the nerves. No matter what the child was doing in this dream, the music could be heard playing. Finally, this child recognized one of the songs being played; it was the song called ‘Thriller’, by Michael Jackson.

Over and over again, the varied music selections of Michael Jackson played, till the child awoke.

That morning, this child came to me, and told me of the dream. The child gave me snatches of some of the songs also heard in the dream, and I was able to name almost every one. We first thought that if there was one song that played more than the others, there might be some kind of warning or message in them, but we could not find any song that stood out more than the others. It was as if every song ever performed by Michael Jackson had been heard in this dream.

So we both shrugged, not sure of what to make of it, and then set it aside.

Till two weeks later, it was announced over the air waves, that Michael Jackson, the king of pop, had died.

Then, just like in the dream, everywhere we went, we heard the various songs of Michael Jackson being played. On the television, through the radio, over the internet, and even when we went out of the house, in waiting rooms, grocery stores, department stores,…wherever we went, we heard his music. After the first few days or so, it started to really grate on the nerves. Just as it had in the dream….

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One child had a dream/vision where they sensed that someone famous, a female, someone well liked by the people, was going to die before their time, and the people were posting on line how it was so sad, and such a tragedy. This person was not someone this child had seen before. 

Three days later, Whitney Houston died. Right away, the child recognized the person in the vision, and knew that was the person the vision was referring to…

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In this dream, my child seen a family, living somewhere in the rural part of the United States. They had an area with lots of land. (Were they farmers? Not sure.) One day, on their property, the family discovers a small hole, just a foot or two wide. As the days progressed, the hole grew, until it became very wide indeed. This confused the family who owned the land, for there had never been reports of caves (that could form such sinkholes,) under their land.

Then, like an unseen sound wave, more sinkholes began to form in other parts of the country. Here and there, seemingly unrelated, they began to form with more frequency and speed, some even forming overnight. This phenomenon spread all over the world.

Then the child woke up.

A few weeks later, we came across an article, describing a family and their growing sinkhole on their land. In the weeks and months following, more sinkholes formed all over the world, and many were featured in various articles online.
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This one was a vision.

Out in space, amongst the stars, hung the earth. It was kept there, somehow, by some kind of unknown force field that had been set up ages before, in the beginning. It glowed with beauty, with its blue waters, tan earth, and white clouds translucently showing from underneath the haze of oxygen that surrounded it. Around it’s center, like a present that had been gift wrapped, lay a thin line, that tied itself closed with a tiny simple bow.
 
It hung there, motionless, giving off the slightest steady hum of sound.

That was all that could be heard from space.

Then the viewpoint shifted, so that the earth was slightly to the right of the view, leaving a large open space beside it.

A large hand, about the size of the earth, (maybe a bit bigger?) came into view from the left, reached out, took a hold of the bow, and gave it one gentle tug, before letting go.

The earth rocked forward and then back, ever so slightly, until it returned to its original placement amongst the stars. The steady hum that the earth gave off, changed ever so slightly in its pitch, before returning to its norm.

Then the large hand entered into view. Once again, it grabbed hold of the string, and gave another tug on it.

The earth wobbled back and forth, seemingly struggling to return to its former place, and the hum increased in its volume, before it returned to normal.

Then the huge hand pulled yet again on the bow, and the earth swayed back and forth, this time with greater movement.

This pattern continued a few more times, until the child awoke from the dream.   

When the child who had this dream came to me and told me about it, chills went down my spine, for I had just gotten done reading parts of Isaiah, Chapter 24.

This child’s eyes grew huge, when I read out loud Isaiah 24:19-20…
“The earth is utterly broken down, the earth is clean dissolved, the earth is moved exceedingly.
The earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard, and shall be removed like a cottage; and the transgression thereof shall be heavy upon it; and it shall fall, and not rise again.” (KJV)

A few days later, I ran into an article, describing how the earth’s axis has shifted, after the Japan quake….

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