GOD’S WARNING

I’m going to tell you a story: A TRUE STORY – that begins with a dream and vision [which we will look at under the Personal Section, right here] and culminates in an attack from an out-of-state witches’ coven [which we will address in the Teaching Section].

This dream and vision are a warning from God. Our God always warns His children. We need to learn to take heed – for our very lives may depend upon believing the message. [Notes are at the end of the dream and vision.]

June 20, 1996 Thursday – DeFuniak Springs, FL

Dream

Al and I, and our two children were at a seaside resort.1 The high-rise – or hotel, whichever it was, was by the sea.2,3  Our apartment was the top floor nearest the “restaurant observation tower”.4

This observation tower – restaurant was right on top. We lived right beneath that in the top apartment. At the top of the observation tower was a tall antenna.

We (Al and I and our 2 children) were walking from the apartment (or hotel), on an excursion,5 it seemed, when lightning began to hit the telephone/electricity lines. We didn’t seem afraid as a lightning strike would cause a surge of electricity to run the wire until it ran to the antenna on the top of the hotel’s tower.6

The lightning would bang and flame when it reached the top of the antenna. One of the lightning bolts started a flame in the observation tower but it looked as though it was something that could be handled.

Then the observation/ restaurant took a direct hit from a bolt of lightning and burst into flames.

We began to run back to the hotel/apartment.7 I was thinking as we ran. What was valuable to me and what did I not want to lose? 8

“The journals,” I thought to myself. The Bob Jones story is with Marlene and also the fables of Caddo Lake. It’s only the journals. I wondered (if we were not allowed to go up there), if the fire-proof security chests would make it through such a roaring fire? If I got up there, how would I get them out? … Throw them over the side? “No,” I thought, I’d put them in double plastic bags (the size for trash) and drag them down. I thought I might be able to retrieve some jewelry but that wasn’t really important. We had headed back for the journals.

There were people on the stairs as we climbed. A concierge was asked if we needed to go or if the fire was getting under control. He suggested we go.

A maid asked if I wanted some coffee. She was set up on the stairs. I said it looked as though I might need some.

While waiting for a cup I stepped out into the large lobby. It looked 1930’s in its expanse and style.

People were running around in this lobby. I asked if the elevators were working, but knew the answer before I asked. The elevators don’t work in fires.

We were going to need to walk to the top.

The walk was going to be (about) like walking up the stairs to the top of the Empire State building.

All of this time, I was thinking of ways to get the journals out. I was amazed really that they were going to allow us to go up there, with such a fire right above the apartment.

I woke up. My legs (the calves of them) hurt like I had already walked up as many steps as in the Statue of Liberty.

A direct hit to the restaurant/observation tower.

VISION

The vision was a continuation of the dream.

Al and I began to climb the wide stairs of the 1930’s lobby of the hotel/apartment high rise.

People were hurrying down the steps: some in robes, (one had on a pair of big fluffy (pink) bedroom slippers), some carrying suit cases, some with children firmly in hand.

Al and I were climbing against the flow of people running from the fire above. We held to the right hand rail as we continued to climb. In the next floors police were helping people evacuate. We continued higher. Police were on these floors, but few people.9 The police didn’t stop us, however.

I was panting from climbing and my calves hurt. We continued to climb. We could hear the flames of the fire roaring now.

On this floor there was smoke. Before we could climb higher, a police barricade (in the form of a painted saw horse) blocked the stairway.10

Police, in gas masks were dashing up and down the halls looking into rooms for anyone who still needed to get out.11

Al and I stood at the police barricade looking up. We could feel the heat now, and see the light of the flames.

We didn’t need to say a word. Whatever was in our apartment was already in flames.

We turned and quickly began to descend the stairs. Some of the police dashed past us and some were leaving behind us. All these floors were being cleared.

We were the last residents to come down the stairs.

Police were darting to and fro, but the hotel/ apartment lobby was empty. The hotel/apartment had been evacuated.

As we walked through the empty lobby, the upper floors of the building began to fall in on those floors below. The building was falling in on itself.12 We could hear it above.

We walked out and away from the burning building. Some people were crying, some huddled together. Firemen and the fire engines were there, but only to block off the area. They were letting it burn.

Police tape was around a wide area and the residents standing beyond that tape.13

As we walked away, we could feel the intense heat of the burning building.

We stepped over the police tape and turned to watch the building burn. What an inferno.

Red Cross trucks and personnel were now, on the scene.14 Cuts and bruises were being tended, blankets handed out for those in shock, etc.

From another truck people were receiving coffee.

Firemen, police and residents were watching the building burn.

It burned to a pile of ashes.

Even the steel beams did not make it through the fire. All reduced to a pile of ashes.

No lives were lost, but all else was consumed.15

People were being taken away into town, then.

We waited.

Eventually, Al and I and our children were there alone at the location. The police, firemen, etc. were gone.

We stayed – looking at the pile of ashes – until they (the ashes) cooled. How long did we wait? I don’t know. (In the natural this might take a week – but time accelerated here, I suppose.)

When the ashes were cool and flakey, Al and I crossed the police tape, trudged to the center of the pile and extracted the journals.

How did we know to do this? Not even the security safes surrounding them survived.

The journals were not burned, just covered with ashes. We took them from

the ashes, brushed them off, tucked them under our arms and left.16

We did not seem at all surprised that they made it through.

But whatever else was of value in that apartment was long gone. This did not seem to worry us. That which was truly valuable to us made it through the fire.

What the symbols in the June 20, 1996 dream and vision represented in the physical realm and what actually occurred

1. My husband Al and I and the two books that had been written already (it was a marker in time).

2. We live on a high ridge in the mountains.

3. The sea means humanity. The location is a place apart.

4. The home is the nearest one to the place of prayer – a place where people are spiritually fed and enlightened.

5. At the time the fire started Al and I were out to lunch with dear friends.

6. This is not a good lightning strike – meaning not power from God, etc.

7. When we got the call that our house was on fire, we rushed home.

8. The journals were and are the most valuable possession Al and I owned and own.

9. Police instead of firemen because it was a crime.

10. Our car actually broke down at the foot of the mountain.

11. Gas masks – because – if we had been present at the time of the explosion – the toxic fumes would have knocked us out and we would have burned in the fire.

12. Our house did fall in on itself as it burned.

13. Police tape was up and everyone stood behind it.

14. The Red Cross was present giving out blankets and coffee.

15. The only life lost was our dog’s.

16. The journals made it through the fire.