Final Warning

Last night's dreams left fingerprints on my soul. Usually my dreams of things to come are what will be after Rapture, when things REALLY get bad just prior to the final battle of Armageddon. This was different. While I also have dreams where I see/experience another's life through their eyes, this time I looked through the eyes of an angel.

At first, the angel was in human shape (wings unseen), walking down the main street of a village that had mostly good people. Through the angel's experience, I could feel Love and compassion of those there as we feel warm Spring sunshine on our skin. It was some remote Asian village, very far from any major city. But not so far removed that modern technology was absent.

The angel enjoyed the hospitality of the village's residents during the day. Just after sunset, however, the angel appeared to grow larger before the eyes of the residents; wings extended from the back and individual feathers could be felt dancing in the evening winds. As expected, just about everyone stopped what they were doing to see this Wonder. When the angel stood approximately three-stories high, taller than the sparse two-story buildings there, it prepared to share the message.

But first, Love flowed through the angel to those in eyesight. Many eyes and many smart phones were turned to the face of the angel. Some parents or older siblings held up young children for a better view. The angel laughed joyfully and joked with the teenagers and young adults with the smart phones, saying: "The first one who gets this on YouTube wins!"

Then the angel sobered a bit and requested, "But please get this out to the whole world...

"This is the final warning to all mankind. The Savior of the World approaches; He is not happy, for the harvest is not as bountiful as He desires. Instead more souls are lost into the darkness each day. He can no longer stay away for the sake of faithful remnant.

"Those in this village are safe and will see glorious new Wonders. But those elsewhere will see terrors beyond their comprehension. There will be a great outcry, but it will be left unanswered until all things come to pass as they have been foretold."

I felt the tears streaming down the angel's face at these words. I could see the horrors reflected in the angel's mind. Then the angel vanished from the people's sight in a flash of Light.

In the same flash of Light the angel alighted in a new place. The angel remained large, and I looked upon the city from this vantage, though I could feel feet firmly planted on the road's pavement below. There were many buildings well overhead, even as the angel grew to stand roughly seven stories high.

Like in the village, people stopped, stared and pointed smart phones in the direction of the angel. In my mind, I said, "Good, the warning will be repeated so there will be many sharing this." 

But the angel, who seemed to be aware of me at this thought, replied inside my mind, "Not so. This is the most corrupt place in the world. THIS is where it will begin..."

I did not need to look closely at the faces; the place itself revealed at least the country: America, my homeland.

Many things seemed to happen almost all at once. Other angels flashed into being there. Whole blocks turned to rubble and dust at the wave of an arm. With a glance, many humans dropped dead; the spirit of life was ripped from the flesh between breaths. When armaments were pointed to attack, they exploded the moment the trigger was activated, some by a bolt of fire from Heavens, some with no warning at all. The angel's Love stopped flowing but recoiled at the hurtful will of the attackers.

I wept as I watched through the angel's wrathful eyes.

Yet... there was still signs of Mercy. There was a girl about 13 helping others get to safety, putting herself in harm's way. An angel wrapped itself around her and protected her from all fire, falling debris and other harms.

There was a three-year old who was completely innocent. Her parents were torn from her life, but she remained alive, walking aimlessly in a shocked daze through the rubble unharmed. The aforementioned tween scooped her up and brought her to safety.

Another boy about seven was visiting family. Raised differently than his older cousins, he too, remained alive while others ceased to live around him.

Last, there was a nine-year old girl who was a kidnap victim. The kidnappers tried to wrap themselves around her, clinging to her, seeing their last desperate hope in her for she GLOWED with an inner Light.

The angel whose eyes I looked through shrank down to human size to confront these kidnappers personally. Telling the girl, "Don't be afraid, just close your eyes a moment," the angel's mind reached inside the two kidnappers and... shredded their insides like a pile of papers going through a cross-cut shredder. There was no blood outside their bodies from this, but their skin changed to a color that made my stomach lurch. Then, as they dropped lifeless to the ground, the angel took the girl's hand, saying, "Open your eyes child, you are safe now," and led her to the tween who was collecting them.

The angel pointed to winter jackets for the children to wear; they would need them for warmth, as the nights were still cold.

But it commanded sternly, "Do not take anything from this place, not even your favorite toys or stuffed animals. Do not eat any of this food for it is now poison. You will find what you need to survive; your needs will be provided. Do not be afraid. Trust, and it will be done."

Then the angel turned to the tween, "You may bring your journal provided you continue to write an account of all that takes place in this world. There will be generations that will need to know this story so the mistakes of the past will not be repeated."

As the tween nodded, still in shock past the point of tears, my connection inside the angel grew distant. Vision turned into a grey blur. Then I felt gently laid in my bed and my eyes refocussed to see my bedroom.

I lay there praying a while, but the urge to share this dream never went away but only grew stronger. I hesitate to share this (and others), because I don't want to appear like those who run around shouting "The End is Near" like chicken-little. There will be no best-seller; there will be no large auditorium-sized church.

I do not know when or where, but... the simple Truth is: Yeshua/Jesus the Christ is coming ~ VERY SOON.

~ "What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs." (Matthew 10:27) ~

In hindsight, I recall that was part of my reading last night. Still hesitant, I open my trembling hand and release this post into the world. One more note to God's grand Song.