Greetings, dear ones... and peace to you all (and to your households)! I have been pondering as to how to share this, or even if I should, and was given permission by our dear Lord last night. When I read dear Voices' (peace to you, luv!) post re "Saturn" all doubt disappeared. Here is what occurred... and why:
Last Tuesday, February 6, 2018, I was given a dream SO vivid and real, the following won't barely describe it as I experienced it. I say "given," as you will see in a bit. In the dream, "I" was a young caucasian woman with straight "mousy" blonde hair. I was in a tiny little 1980's yellow with black interior Fiat wagon. With me was a man (husband-type, but for some reason I felt he was more like my boyfriend - he was definitely my baby's father) and a baby (not a newborn but not a toddler). The man was in the driver's seat to my right and the baby was in a car seat directly behind me. We were on a stretch of road facing the ocean, with the beach in front of us. There was a single military tank on the beach. We were somewhere in Britain (England), which I knew because the driver's seat was on my right and that was perfectly normal.
As we sat there, it began to rain very hard, and all of a sudden "I" felt like "something" was "wrong." It had to do with the tank - the tank was "there" because there had been some kind of threat (of attack, maybe even war, "I" wasn't sure), but not taken greatly seriously - it was there as a precaution, a "oh, nothing's really going to happen, but just in case we'll post a sentry on the beach and make it a tank so we look like we mean business (and can blow something up before it does any significant damage before we get backup). I kept looking at the tank and knowing something was "wrong" but my mate was just fascinated - neither of us had ever seen anything like it outside of, say, a reserve installation where most tanks sat rusting.
Initially, it was raining VERY hard, just sheets coming down and the wind blowing. And then the rain stopped... and "I" had this ominous feeling. Then right before our eyes, the water receded. And I mean the tide went WAY out... and the tank fell over, like off a cliff, into a precipice left by the receding water. "I" began the yell, "Start the car! Start the car! We HAVE to get out of here!" but my mate was just staring. At one point he said, "Whoa..." but nothing else. And he didn't move or start the car.
And then "I" saw it. Far, far out on the horizon... about 10 miles away... a tsunami. "I" could tell it was a tsumani because "I" shouldn't have been able to see a "wave" that far away... and it was across the entire horizon. And he saw it, too. "I" started yelling again for him to start the car, we had to get OUT of there... but he didn't move. When "I" looked at "him" my heart almost stopped: he was completely paralyzed. He didn't speak, didn't blink... he was almost not breathing. He couldn't move at all.
So, ""I jumped over into the driver's seat and from his lap started the car, put it in reverse, then forward, and started to turn... but it was too late. When I say the wave was coming fast... it was coming fast. If we had left when "I" first "felt" something was wrong, BEFORE the tank fell off the cliff, we WOULD have made it. If he had started the car when we first saw the wave, we MIGHT have made it, but barely. Those few seconds, though, cost us. The wave, some 20 stories high by the time it reached us, came over us and we were completely swallowed by the water.
At first, there was no water in the car, and "I" thought, "'I' can make it; I can get us out of here!" but when I looked at "him," I knew I couldn't get him out - he was still sitting there, like a stone statue, his eyes wide and unbelieving. Then "I" thought, "'I' can get the baby out!" but when I looked in the back seat, then looked at all the water around us, "I" knew "my" baby wouldn't make it. By this time, the water was coming in and was about the height of the seats. "I" didn't know what to do, how to help them.
And then the Voice said, "Give them some of your insulin." "I" thought, huh, what??! And then "I" came to my senses, grabbed "my" purse off my seat and pulled out "my" insulin pen (I'm going to stop with the quotes, now - makes typing too hard, but it felt right given that this was me... but not me). I dialed up enough to put my baby into a coma first, plunged it in his fat thigh, then redialed for the man. As I injected the man, the baby slumped, comatose, with his face in the water. The man slumped shortly after that... and the water covered them both. I was JUST about to dial up for myself... and my fingers slipped... and I dropped the pen. Ohhhh-kayyy.
At that point, I thought maybe I could still get out. Get out and propel to the surface. I thought, "All I need to do is kick out one of these windows." The water was between my elbows and shoulders now and I was trying to figure out which window would be easiest when I turned and saw large, dark shadows in the water. And I freaked OUT. Because I couldn't see what they were - sharks? whales? dolphins? turtles? debris? I could not for the LIFE of me see what all was floating around out there but I knew... I could not go out there. Had I been able to see what "they" were, I might have risked it (okay, shark to the left... go out through the right - dolphin/sea turtle to the right... go out through the right). But I couldn't see/tell, so I knew I wasn't going out there. Rather... I knew was going to die.
And that's when the utter terror hit me. NOT because of the water, NOT because of the claustrophobia (I'd held that at bay up to that point due to my concern for the baby), not because of what was in the water. But because I knew I was going to die... and I didn't know how that felt. Was it going to hurt? Would my lungs fill up and burst? Would my brain explode due to the great pressure being so far down under the water? Would a shark bit me, rip parts of me off before I succumbed?
And then... "I" drowned. The water rose above my head, I could not hold my breath any longer... and I just "floated" off. To sleep, it seemed like.
And at that moment I woke up, gasping, trembling, terrified... and VERY cold.
So. That was the dream. I did not understand it, what it meant, but more importantly, I didn't not understand "who" it was in the dream - was that supposed to be me? It couldn't have been, of course. Who was it, though, was it real... and why was it SO real? I did not, could not, immediately take it to our dear Lord... because I was afraid. I simply did not have the strength and courage to even "look" at it, again, let alone ask about it. It took me 3 days, until I asked. And our dear Lord's answer was, as usual, sublime.
He reminded me of 3 other visions I'd had where someone had died and I had either been "them" or felt it. When I shared this one with dear hubby, I reminded him of one other I had shared years ago (a young black man was being murdered in SF - I was "there", saw it, saw him, saw who murdered him, etc. Scared the bejeezus outta me... and left me freaking out because I didn't know where or who to call. I lived with that one for quite awhile).
I then asked our dear Lord why I had these visions, why was I feeling people dying, and he said:
"How can you ever judge those who have died, yet have been brought back to life, child, if you've never died? How can you be like the Father and I, knowing life... and death... yet never having died yourself? Would you not need to KNOW life... AND death... in order to be like us? But if you never die... and some will never die... how will they know both?
Ohhhhh-kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy. THAT was something that had NEVER occurred to me before, not really: that one can KNOW death... and yet NOT even die. How could THAT be? Well, I've learned: one can "know" vicariously - through another's death.
Please don't misread anything into this - I am NOT saying that he was telling me I was never going to die. That wasn't the point. Maybe we ARE living in the time of his return and he will come and "change" us, so that we never die. Maybe it's another generation - who can say? But just as he showed me that there is nothing to fear as Sheol (the World of the Dead and "the place to where you are going")... there is no pain in dying. There may be pain in what is causing the death (i.e., painful illness, injury, wounds, etc.), yes, but not in the dying itself. Absent something to "cause" the pain, there is none.
But that wasn't the lesson, not to fear dying. The lesson was that in order TRULY be "like" the Holy and MOST Holy, we will have to know "bad" or death. One way or another. Some will die and know it that way; some will "know" it by means of them granting such knowledge through another's death. I would tell you not to fear... and having gone through it, I know now not to... but each one will experience it for themselves and as he sees fit to show them.
This one took a bit out of me, though, luvs. Again, took me several days to even ask about as I couldn't revisit it so soon, so "sore" was my heart and mind over it.
Was it worthy it? Absolutely. While I wouldn't want to "feel" it again, if I didn't have to, I would not reject the opportunity if he felt it necessary to "show" me... again (but, Lordy, I TRULY hope not - and no wonder I've pretty much lost all of my hair - LOLOLOL!).
I hear now, though, as I am sharing this:
"Take courage, child - I have not only conquered the world, but death, as well. And so will all those who belong to me. Both the world... and death."
Kiss the son, my dear brothers and sisters. There is no other "Way" to conquer.
Again, peace to you ALL, and to your dear households... and ears to hear, plainly and clearly, when the Holy (Spirit) that is our dear Lord, and his Bride, say to YOU:
"Come! Take Life's (HIS) 'water'"... the holy spirit of the MOST Holy One of Israel, JAH of Armies... which "water" is His blood, breath, and seed... and is poured out only from the innermost parts of His Son, the HOLY (Spirit) and Holy One of Israel, JAHESHUA, His Chosen One (MischaJAH)... FREE!"
YOUR servant, sister, and a slave of Christ,
Shel
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