Thursday, May 3, 2012

"Unleashing Hell" & the dream

Yeah . . . there have been a few instances lately, very blatant, clear . . . of the precognition thing.  And then I happened upon seeing a news blurb this morning on Good Morning America (which we never watch, but was on the t.v. when I turned it on this morn during our coffee moment to start the day) that urged me to get to the dream now.

A brief summary of some things, though, I feel in order . . . for both the long time readers here and newer ones who never saw the earlier blogs--their tenor, subject matter, my explanations related thereto . . . which are no longer available online to publicly search . . . .

Which is:  On April 16, 2004 . . . I was in a place called St. George, alone, working on someone's vacation house in the desert.  I was in the midst of some incredible supernatural turmoil--and danger, from demonic and something like the "supernatural authorities" . . . occultic gang stalkers . . . . I had no long before had some close calls with death, I'm quite certain, but had been saved by, I believe, angelic intervention.
Anyway....a lot was stirred up .... and I was in the thick of it.
That night, long story short, I received "the great dressing down" by the Lord, Who visited me and showed me many things.  The "vision" lasted 3-4 hours, and aside from the very personal aspects and revelations, certain events about the future (ie., catastrophic fireballs) were shown.
The following summer and fall . . . I began receiving "downloads" . . . visions upon visions . . . mostly about and preceding all of the natural cataclysmic events that began happening.  But there were premonitions about the civil, political, social etc. situation and world stage as well . . . . There was a period where it was raining something like prophetic type warnings and visions for a few years following.




Going back to that summer of '04, in August I think . . . the day I received a most profound vision, while awake, working on someones deck . . . which was when Jesus revealed Himself to me and said He was "THE way, THE truth, THE life" and I could simply "see" that He was . . . I was given some marching orders; told to get back involved with talk radio . . . and get a presence on the Internet . . . and do some outreach letting people know . . . it was time to run to God, to Jesus . . . to "prepare your soul" . . . that the end was nearly upon us.  I didn't know where to start . . . but soon thereafter (almost immediately) I found Zeph and The Lamb Cafe online gathering place and message board and started posting there.  Then came talks with zeph, on "talk radio" . . . and several other shows invited me to speak, hearing me on the Z Report . . . though I have not felt led to pursue that much further and am satisfied that the ongoing invitations (graciously) by Z to speak every so often is plenty enough for purposes so far.  It's not for everybody, what I have to say and the way I say it, lol.

Oh, and when receiving "marching orders" I believe He told me . . . to go ahead and publicly share the premonitions and future-leaning dreams, "visions" etc., so as to work them out--the methodology and the purity perhaps . . . thereof . . . (the public angle providing a certain consensus and pressure to help avoid getting off track and swerving into mere fantasy and projection) . . . . And that learning how to "hear" in the Spirit, and learning discernment between false "voices" and enemy promptings versus Godly ones . . . was what was instructed to me to be doing regarding this process . . . partly because, I was "told", there would come a day where such promptings, dreams and visions . . . would be important in knowing what to do, where to go/not go . . . when to go . . . how to prepare/if to prepare etc. when the times became obviously apocalyptic . . . . To learn how to confirm what was what and Who or who the information was coming from . . . honing the gift, so-to-speak . . . .

So, I did that, while led . . . and then it has sort of died away the past couple of years although OTHER spiritual avenues have opened up and deepened, far more important, so I have not been concerned . . . and have continued to write of future events only when faithfully certain . . . that they are of Holy Spirit relation, and not ie., inserted doom scenarios placed by "the enemy" to install confusion, fear, doubt, misinformation etc.

Ok, . . . oy, sorry, trying to be brief but led to recap a bit . . . .

So, within the past week or so, several blatant new instances of very definite . . . uhh . . . "premonitions" have returned, catching my attention and causing me again to be sensitive and "looking", getting the message that this may be the time now for what the "practice" was intended for . . . .

The dream ..... went like this:

My son Isaac and I were traveling, driving . . . on the outskirts of a city.  Driving toward the city, but still in the "outback" . . . where there were fields . . . industrial areas . . . some houses--the outskirts.  That is when we noticed a fire, small . . . but a definite thick white smoke rising up.  As we moved along . . . we spotted another fire . . . on the opposite side of the outskirts . . . then another . . . and another.  As we began to be passed by firetrucks and first responders . . . going in the different directions, we realized that these were not accidental fires, but had been deliberately set.

We continued to see them, even as we approached and entered the city area.  We were not in a "good" part of town as we proceeded and stopped at one point and got out and mingled a bit with folks there and that is when I noticed, as dusk was settling in . . . a definite unease in the inhabitants . . . they were expectant, like something was going on and about to really to go on.  I caught snatches of furtive conversations, whisperings about what was expected for the night.  At this point we had realized that the fires had been set in order to start diversions and stretching of "official" resources, leaving the city relatively empty . . . of "authorities".  It seemed that only the city dwellers, in these rough, semi-ghetto areas were the only ones around and they were starting to gather and mill about . . . expectantly.
I asked someone what was going on and heard that the "Black Panthers" were meeting somewhere to begin something . . . .
Deeper we went, into downtown . . . which was eerily empty of business, of city workers, but the city dwellers were starting to appear in doorways, on stoops, collecting in alleyways . . . here and there on the sidewalks . . . and an increasingly menacing "vibe" was becoming ominously palpable.

There was no question now . . . that . . . there was going to be trouble, and it was planned and intended to start that night.

We had entered upon a a bus . . . a short, typical yellow school bus type . . . and it was full of mostly Christians.  We had taken this bus in order to now get out of the city and away from the impending danger.  The darker it got, the more agitated the street people were becoming, sneering and threatening .  . . and I knew we needed to get out of there.

The bus, however, went deeper into the heart of the downtown and a mob of city dwellers began to follow alongside the bus, down the sidewalk, signaling that they wanted to get on the bus, ostensibly to also leave the area, or just to go to another part of town.

As they did, I had a flash vision of when, if they did get on the bus, they intended to play it cool for a bit, then were going to start attacking those in the bus.  It was a ploy and part of the overall mayhem that was planned for the evening.

We finally came to a stop where that mob had gathered and a young, liberal pastor hopped off our bus where he had been amongst the riders . . . and went to the mob to collect them and direct them to the bus.  They wanted on.  But a few people on the bus--one older, bearded, kind of rough-around-the-edges man spoke up, adamant saying, "NO!  Don't let them on the bus!  Don't let them on!"  A few others chimed in.  There was fear that the mob was not genuinely interested in taking a ride somewhere . . . but simply wanted to attack, fight . . . .

The young, hipster-ish pastor was adamant himself, arguing against us on the bus from the sidewalk.  He seemed surprised and was kind of chiding the bus people for now allowing the city gang on, assuring that there was no problem and that they had every right to get on the bus and WOULD be getting on the bus.

Again, more protests from the frightened, generally meek type folks on the bus, saying, "no, no ..... don't let them on" and urging the bus driver to leave, . . .  but the pastor was aggressively insistent . . . that they WOULD be getting on that bus . . . .

And as they started to enter the bus . . . I had again the flash vision of the immediate future, where indeed, after a block or two, the city mob turned on the riders on the bus, suddenly, and started attacking them with glee and mindless hatred . . . . Interestingly, perhaps, in that flash vision . . . I was somewhat surprised that, even though they did attack and did cause harm to some . . . it was not quite the full slaughter I had expected . . . perhaps 1/3rd to half of those on the bus were seriously injured or killed--but not everyone.  And some were not hurt or assaulted at all, those at the front of the bus . . . .

Regarding the fires part of the dream . . . the next day, Monday, I received at least two clear confirmatory "signs" . . . about the concept and term of "fires" . . . . Like I say, this kind of pre-cog protocol hasn't happened for a while . . . but seems to be on the move now . . . .

Anyway, . . . as the t.v. popped on this morn . . . Good Morning America was starting and headlining the news--first story of the day, was a report about Al Qaeda magazine's new article telling its members and fellow terrorists to "unleash hell" in the form of widespread fires throughout the American countryside . . . .
It also stuck me . . . on that Monday . . . as the confirm were rolling in . . . I heard someone mention something called "Operation Torch" . . . which the military is currently training for . . . .

More in a bit, God bless you.... (and, ps i don't have time to proofread just now, so apologize if any doozy typos... will check and correct later if needed:)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2138758/Unleash-Hell-New-Al-Qaeda-magazine-describes-start-huge-forest-fires-U-S-instructions-make-ember-bombs.html

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I just like to say thanks Brother Thomas. Iv been reading your blog for two years now. Love your work. Thank you. Your in my prayers.

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