It is unusual for me to create a post based on another’s prophetic experience, but when this was sent to me I felt it held a message for all of us. The sender prefers to remain anonymous. I post it here for your discernment. (The conclusions drawn in this article are the opinions of the person who sent it to me, except where stated otherwise.)
Feb 13, 2010 4:09 AM
I had a powerful and vivid dream last night after which I woke suddenly and reflected for a while on it’s meaning. I could not sleep anymore so I got up to write down the dream and my own reflections on it.
I dreamed I was in a room that appeared to be a hotel room, only much larger. It was in a building similar to the brick buildings built in the early Twentieth Century and the building was in an older town like those in the hills of Pennsylvania. I went to a large plate glass window on the north side of the room where I could see a river stretching out beyond the town to the north. The river came directly through the center of the town, which was quietly nestled at the bottom between two steep hills to the east and west. The town sprawled out and advanced only partway up the hillsides where woods overtook the man-made structures and covered the upper slopes of these small mountains on both the east and west sides of town. As I gazed out beyond the town to the north, where the river wound through thick forest, I saw military tanks silently emerge from the western mountainside, cross over the river, and disappear into the trees on the eastern side of the river. They passed through like ants, in numbers too great to count, and I knew intuitively that they were spreading out into the forest area on the east side of the mountain and surrounding the town.
I turned around and cried out to my family, who were sitting peacefully on two beds in the room, but they did not believe me. So I ran to a window on the east wall, and looked up beyond the tree line where the top of the mountain was bare, so that I could see the whole mountaintop. A huge torrent of water was shooting down toward the tree line all along the slope of the mountain in front of me and toward all of us in the town below. It was as if the whole mountain were collapsing as large boulders, rock and debris were shaken loose and began to slide downward with the water. I ran away to the far wall of the room and turned to look at my husband, my daughter, and her children. At that very moment, the floor began to cave in under my feet and everything in the room slid away with a flood of water that had burst through the walls behind my family.
At that moment, I felt the pain of separation from my grandchildren and knew it was permanent. I knew intuitively, that it would be the last time I would see them until ‘the time of times’ was over. I felt myself being swept away in the current and cried out to God, immersing myself in His Mercy. I landed on a bench out on the street where my daughter appeared seconds later right beside me. The entire world was in chaos around us. Planes filled the sky as bombs and debris fell everywhere, explosions rocked the earth around us, buildings crumbled, and panicked people ran in every direction. On the south end of town, I saw a huge Ferris wheel collapse in a burning heap as fires ignited everywhere and flames spread out over the ground and hot embers and smoke filled the air.
We looked north and saw my husband across the street on a sidewalk, dazed and confused. We screamed out to him to run and he turned and started to run toward us. But at that very moment, a huge piece of machinery fell from the sky onto the pavement near him and other pedestrians who were caught up in the turmoil. The machine had a huge rotating rotor like the engine of a jet and it was sucking everything and everyone up into it. I saw my husband get pulled into it and disappear. All I could think was, “He never got Baptized!”. With a cry of grief and horror, my daughter and I turned to each other and with all our strength, tightly embraced one another as if we understood we would be left totally alone if we let go for one instant.
Just then, a young man who looked to be in his mid-thirties appeared on the sidewalk in front of us. He was sitting down, leaning on a lamppost with his feet stretched out, and was very calm. He was dressed like a vagrant, but his clothes were clean and he did not seem threatening at all. His eyes were gentle and kind. I did not recognize him. He began to talk to us softly, asking us questions to draw us away from the sights around us. Then, after awhile he said, “The night is coming. Would you like me to stay with you through the darkness?” We gave in easily and shook our heads “yes”, but I wondered whether he could be trusted. Immediately, he got up and led us to an out-of-the-way alley where three buildings were butted against one another, blocking us in on three sides. He walked behind a large cement stairway coming down from the building on the left and he gestured to the cement sidewalk in this hidden corner where we were apparently going to spend the night. Then he looked up at us and said, “Go then, and prepare yourselves for the night.” I took that to mean, ‘take care of personals’ before going to sleep so we went off to go to the bathroom in private and the dream ended.
I woke up suddenly, deeply disturbed by the dramatic and vivid dream. I lay in my bed and thought about the dream for a long time. I understood that the dream was filled with symbolism and I began to retrace every moment of it.
The town I was in represents cities and villages throughout the world where modern man dwells without any sense that the enemy is surrounding him and is about to strike a mortal blow. The tanks represent the “sneak-attack” tactic that is used against unsuspecting inhabitants as hidden enemies are arrayed all around them in ‘forests’ of material distractions. The collapsing mountain reflects the modern world as the river of water and debris coming down the mountain’s side washes everything we treasure away. The fallen machinery signifies the sudden pouncing of a terrible enemy upon the people and the rotor the power with which it has to suck everything and everyone up into its merciless engines, where they will perish without hope of escape.
In the chaos, we will be separated from loved ones and our children, or our children’s children, will be lost to us. The moment of separation will be one filled with pain and sorrow, but also full of hope for those who embrace with faith a belief in the new world to come. We will find ourselves washed away in a torrent of debris, but will land safely in a place away from the danger around us, if we only call out God’s name as we fall. We will then find ourselves among familiar companions or a family member, but will not be left completely alone. It will be someone with whom we will walk through this journey of transition until the night of terror is over. We will experience separation from loved ones and witness terrible deaths of both good and bad people; some of those will be those whom we love, and some will be those who waited too long to decide.
But even though we tremble before the sight of a crumbling and panic-stricken world, we will remain unharmed, as the Lord soon comes in a form we will not recognize to offer to us a route to safety. Once again, we can choose to follow, or not. For those of us who say yes, He will lead us away to a hidden place in preparation for the darkness to come. It will not be a place of comfort and it will not be of our own choosing. It will be hard and cold and will be a place of suffering. But, it will also be a place of safety and it will be the means through which He will save us until the end. Afterwards, a day will dawn which was hoped for and anticipated in my dream even as the chaos began. I believe, it will be the “Age of Mary”.
After this understanding of the dream came into my head, I could not get back to sleep and felt compelled to get up immediately and write it down, lest I forget quickly. I thought about how, just prior to falling suddenly into a deep sleep, I read a concise explanation about prophecies in the Church that opened my eyes and helped me to understand this charism of the Holy Spirit. Interiorly, I had yearned for this gift last night; though, not really thinking I would ever receive it, I still desired anything the Spirit had to offer. I wondered if the dream could be prophetic and if I was meant to receive it to pass it along to the world. But, I have no means to do so and can only pass it along to those I know. All must decide for themselves what to make of the information I give. Is it just a scary dream with no meaning, or is it prophecy? Scripture says we must discern all spirits and keep what is good. So, you decide.
Note: The next morning on Mark Mallet’s website, I read his latest posting more carefully today since last night I barely breezed through it. It is called “Hope is Dawning”. It corresponds exactly with my interpretation of the dream and my understanding of the era in which we find ourselves.
From Pelianito: When I read the above I felt there were more symbols that bore exploration. The three “three buildings” in the last paragraph are like a “strong wall”, representing the Holy Trinity. And as the reader and I discussed, the stairway is symbolic of the “Way” to heaven or Christ.
Then there are the words of the Man: “The night is coming. Would you like me to stay with you through the darkness?” and “Go then, and prepare yourselves for the night.” These are very comforting words. How do we prepare for the coming darkness? Through fasting and prayer, especially the prayer, “Jesus I trust in you.” We need to beg him to stay with us through the darkness. He is waiting for an invitation.
Very powerful…much to ponder. As confirmation for me, the Office of Readings today had Proverbs 1:1-7,20-33, which speaks very strongly to this post and message. Jesus we trust in YOU!