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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The Letters J And H, And 3 Visions That Have Come True

Does anyone know of a government-owned historical building with the letters J and H in its name?

One of my kids came to me a few weeks ago, (the one who foreseen Obama becoming president,) and told me of a vision within a dream that they had. They seen some kind of government-owned historical building being destroyed, and the invasion of troops that surrounded it. This child said it had the letters J and then an H in its name. (Frustratingly the child couldn’t remember the full name.)

This child is not comfortable with some of these kinds of disaster visions/dreams, for the child feels like all it really does is to predict people’s deaths, and doesn’t see them furthering the kingdom of Christ or helping God’s people. I am hoping that by posting this out here on this web site, (BEFORE it happens,) that it WILL serve as a warning to others, and will somehow even end up preserving their life!

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Some have asked me, about some of the other dreams and visions that have come true. At first, I thought there could be no value in such sharing, for it is always easy for someone to come forth after the event, and then claim that they knew before hand what would happen.  Yet I am sensing that it would still be good to share some of them, to reveal just how some of these visions/dreams were given. It may provide an insight to others with a similar spiritual gift. So this week, I share three of them below:

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The one predicting Obama’s presidency (As yet, only half of this vision has come true.)

This was a vision, not a dream. The vision lasted only moments. A newscaster, with shoulder length (or around that length,) blonde hair, was wearing a pink-toned business jacket or suit of some kind, and was speaking into a microphone that she held up to her mouth. Behind her, was a low one-story red brick building. Suddenly, the doors to the building opened up, and a group of people came out. The reporter spoke. 

“President Barack Obama and his cabinet members have just exited the building…”

At this, a flurry of flash bulbs went off around the reporter, and other reporters tried to get the attention of the President, but the President just gave a quick nod and a slight smile at the cameras and reporters, and kept walking forward, surrounded by his cabinet members and helpers.

The reporter then continued. “We have been told that the President’s geo-engineering solution has failed, and that they were going to go back to the drawing board to begin the search for another solution to the problem…”

And at this, the vision abruptly ended.


A few days after this vision, the Democratic National Convention was trying to decide who they would back as their candidate for president, and they showed a picture of Barack Obama as one of the contenders on the TV screen. As soon as this child seen Obama, they boldly spoke up and told us that this man would be the next president of the United States. When I asked this child, “are you sure?” They shrugged and said “if not this election, then maybe the next one. But at some point, that man will become the president of the United States.” It was then, that the child told me of the vision.

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Japan’s 2011 Tsunami

This one was also a short vision. Huge tsunami waves were seen inundating what looked like well-tended farm lands, barns, and roads. When the waves reached an oil refinery, explosions of fireballs broke out, shaking the ground with its tremors. One of them almost looked like a mushroom cloud. Then the vision ended.

This child gave me this vision, a few months before the Japan Tsunami. For every day that nothing happened, we both had that eerie feeling, that something bad was going to happen. But neither of us sensed where it would take place, and as there were no tell-tale voices within the vision, we could not tell where it would hit.

When the Tsunami hit Japan, our whole family watched it as the TV news reports came in, showing the devastation. When the oil refineries were shown exploding, this child looked at me in shock, exclaiming “it’s exactly what I had seen in my vision! Exactly!” Then my child left the room, clearly upset. “I don’t want to see anymore,” this child told us. “I’ve already seen it anyways…”  

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Haiti’s 2010 Earthquake

This one was also a short vision. All this child could hear and see, were people screaming in terror, their voices suddenly being silenced, and at the same time seeing people running and all the buildings within view, wobble and then collapse in heaps on the ground. Despite the fact that my child had no idea what language these people were speaking, my child could tell that the survivors were crying out for help. This  child knew it was not in America, for most of the people were darker skinned, and looked like they lived in a warmer climate. 

My child did not know where or when this quake would strike, and the urge to somehow warn others was strong, but without more information, felt that they could not. “Besides,” this child thought, “who would take such a warning from someone like me seriously?”

When the news footage of the Haiti quake played over the television, this child sat there watching it for the first few moments, crying. “That was it,” the child told me. “That was the quake I seen in my vision…” 

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