Years ago, sometime after the shock of 9/11, I had what I can only call a vision. This is my second post of something like this, and the only reason I’m mentioning these things is that some of the dreams I dreamed years ago seem to relate to this exact time, almost like I was getting different perspectives of the same sequence of events.

This “dream” was different because it happened over days when I was wide awake. It’s hard to explain. This wasn’t something I was physically seeing with my eyes, but it seemed just as real as if I were seeing it, almost like an overlay through which I was looking that was partly inside me. (The only drug I had in my system at the time was caffeine from coffee, which I don’t think is potent enough to produce a hallucination.) At first I did share it with some people whom I knew wouldn’t be calling my doctor, but after a while I forgot about it and didn’t remember it again until recently.

I was outside on my porch, thinking about things and minding my own business when it happened. Something made me look toward the east, and my breath caught in my throat. There, a giant green wave was rising over the trees like an enormous tsunami, and it was getting bigger as if it were coming on very fast, looking like it would sweep away everything. The wave began to curl but then suddenly froze. It just stopped and stood still like a vast mountain ridge made of water. The sun above it then began to move, going backwards in the sky. I watched until it went down behind the wave, where it turned blood red. Then it stopped, too. For many days after that I saw the wave frozen in the eastern sky whenever I looked that way, like it was now a part of the landscape. I began to avoid looking toward the east out of irritation and perplexity, but whenever I did, it was always there, in exactly the same place, stretching off into the distance to the north and south. Then one day it changed. The wave began to break up as it stood there, and a gentle rain came out of it until the entire wave was gone. I never saw it again after that.

The metaphors in this thing I saw were pretty clear, and with all that’s been happening lately, I think it was pointing to this very time. It seemed to be showing me that a great force of destruction was threatening to engulf our nation, but God was going to intervene to stop it. (Things coming out of the east are usually a sign of bad trouble, regardless of what they are, and action that happens by itself apart from any agency or force usually means God is involved.) The wave freezing meant the coming destruction wouldn’t happen, but that didn’t necessarily mean nothing bad was going to happen. I knew instinctively that the sun represented our nation, specifically our government, and I believe that the sun going backwards behind the wave and then stopping meant that during this pause the nation would begin to fall, but that God was going to stop that, too. I think the sun turning red was speaking of bloodshed being perpetrated by the government and/or the disclosure of blood shed by government acts and actors that could only be seen through the frozen wave. (That is, seen through the inevitable exposure produced by trying to rescue evil plans that had been thwarted or had fallen into ruins. I don’t really know the significance of the wave being green, but I have my suspicions.) The wave breaking up and turning into a gentle rain was a sign that in the end the very thing that was meant to destroy us would turn to our benefit, bringing in a time of new prosperity and peace, however long that might last, and that by this very process every aspect of this destructive force would dissolve and disappear forever.

It’s always hard to determine the scope or timing of things like this until they happen, but if I am reading it right, it seems to be in progress right now. I wish I could remember how many days I saw this because I think it might give some insight about the period of time from beginning to end. I think it was sometime between 3 or 4 days and a week (day = year, usually). I also have no clue when to place the beginning, but I suspect we might already be pretty far into this sequence of events. Trump stopped a lot in his first term, and we dodged a pretty big bullet. Just the fact that he overcame Hillary’s cheating to become president saved America from the total subjugation she and her cohorts had planned. That all fell apart, and with the illegitimate Biden they are tying to scrape it back together and salvage what they can, but it won’t work before it blows up in all their faces. Of that I am sure. The buckets of blood on their hands won’t stop crying out to God until it is avenged, and He is already on the move.

Well, that’s my take on this. It doesn’t frighten me but puts me in a sober mind. We might have to be led through a rocky path to get to the better pasture, but the pasture is there, full of lush green grass and abundant clear water in the land of NESARA.