Dream Before Impact
The launch pad was prepared and the missile stood tall, its owners fully confident of their target. But then, to their horror, red handwriting appeared on the missile that spelled out “The Blood of the Lamb”.
The owners entered into a state of panic, seeking refuge in their prepared safe places that suddenly turned into cardboard shacks, woefully inadequate for shelter. And their hearts melted within.
Meanwhile word was released that the projected path of the missile was a certain city. Some prepared to flee but soon the traffic jam came to a complete halt.
Everyone knew they had very little time left so the question was what to do in those final moments. Those who follow Messiah rose up, literally clothed in peace, declaring why they were at rest, while those who feared death looked upon them in amazement and desired to be just like them.
My daughter Deborah picked up the fallen bridal veil and after placing it on her head, she began to dance so beautifully. The veil had a long, white, sheer fabric, with pink ribbons cascading from the crown that were surrounded by shimmering pearls.
Just before impact many of the redeemed of the L-rd suddenly translated to another realm, either into the Heavenly Kingdom or to another place on earth.
I found myself in a pharmacy, measuring oil into amber glass vials, then carefully sealing each one with a tightly sealed lid. The vials were labeled so some could be distributed in a park where Israeli flags flew in Berlin. Other vials were to be given to individuals from many nations who carried them in pouches. Those who passed the vials to people in need sang songs of the hope of glory.
The atmosphere was heavy yet glorious and the believers who were outside before impact stood bravely before masses of people who had no peace. The light that shone on the faces of those who knew where they were going emanated peace like a river of hope and many who saw this were immediately transformed by the renewing of their minds by this spiritual service of worship in the three cities that had been designated for destruction, one on the East Coast, another on the West Coast with one in the middle.
I returned to sleep and two hours later awoke from a similar dream.
18.11.23 @3AM & 5AM
DREAM UPON IMPACT
My job required that I visit agricultural agencies in each county. Outside the city I enjoyed the many beautiful lakes and forested areas and was grateful to visit before the winter storms arrived. Although the region was mostly flat, there were some gentle hills near Minneapolis.
I was looking forward to visiting an agency where a friend worked but upon entry, the smell of death was prevalent, especially in the middle offices where agents worked hard, but methodically operated like robots.
Yet we pretended that all was “normal” as she introduced me to the staff. When speaking of the Messiah, we were shut down and removed from the agency. I walked away in sorrow which then turned to joy upon entering a white home. When I asked the children for a mop and bucket, they joyfully provided them. As I cleaned the kitchen, the black tile floor glistened from the water, but by the time I got to the living room, the kitchen floor had become the wall! As the water splashed down into the living room, the fractured tiles revealed the foundation stone and chunks of concrete turned to grey powder. When I saw how the impact caused this, I understood that my washing had been a preparation for burial.
And yet a joy came over me as I saw how, in the final moments before impact, Yeshua appeared to millions at the same time and many said yes to Him. And so the harvest was exceedingly great.
Before impact I watched a scene at the airport. My daughter and her fiancé were scheduled for a certain flight but couldn’t sit together because they bought their tickets late. As they calmly spoke with the agent, time slipped by and they missed their flight. But this turned out to be a blessing because this way they didn’t arrive in the city that was destroyed.
Upon awakening I decided not to write down this dream, but as often happens, each scene played repeatedly in my mind like a film reel until I finally wrote it down, remembering even the smallest detail.
5.4.25
Hebrews 13:13-15
Therefore let us go to Him outside the camp and bear the reproach He endured. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.Through Him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to G-d, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge His name.
