To all who have an ear to hear: Rev 2:7, Rev 2:11, Rev 2:17, Rev 2:29, Rev 3:6, Rev 3:13, Rev 3;22
On Tuesday morning Nov. 17th at 5:00am, I was awakened by a dream that I feel was a message from the Lord to the people of America. I feel that this message was especially sent for those of us who would call ourselves middle class Americans. I am not one who has dreams that I can remember often, maybe two or three per year at most. I feel this dream is significant and from the Lord for two reasons.
#1) I have been (humbly) asking of the Lord, to send
me dreams and prophetic visions so that I may know the truth of his word,
especially as it relates to my generation known as the "Baby Boomers".
I am 44 years old, so I fall somewhere at the tail end of this group. Many
of us including President Clinton, fall into this category today.
#2) The Lord gave me the ability immediately, to
be able to interpret what it's meaning and message were. Up to and including
relative scripture.
Judge for yourselves if this message is from the Lord our not, you may know by the way it speaks to your soul, you may know because of an immediate feeling of conviction that you may have. All messages of this type must be approached with great discernment, as each one of us seek to know the truth that will set us free. If it is the Lord's will, maybe you will be lead to offer some feedback or related stories. May God's will be done.
"Waiting on the Hill" the dream
In my dream, I spent the whole day waiting for my son to come so we could attend a planned evening event together. He was due to arrive at 1:00pm and it seemed like I spent the whole day waiting with anticipation for him to come. In the mean time, a couple had come to my home to find work. and they said that they would work seven days a week to make a living. This couple was given no faces, so I could not tell you what they looked like other than to say that they had no particular expression on their faces. Throughout my dream, they would continue to work diligently like robots it seemed, not speaking only working. I looked at the clock and it showed 7:05pm. Where was my son I thought to myself and I began to be worried. What bothered me the most, is that six hours had gone by and I hadn't realized it. It went by so fast and now I was really concerned. I went to the front porch of my home on the hill and I began to watch the road with anticipation. "Where was my son" Why hadn't he called "Then I saw several cars coming together. They came up the hill and went by my home. Cars of various colors and sizes at least three in all. Then soon after, I saw another set of cars. They came up the hill and as they drew nearer I could see that they were all the same color "red, white and blue". They hurried up the hill and rushed by my home. Then from out of nowhere, all of a sudden there were construction vehicles lined up along side the road. Some light blue, others orange in color and I could see some red ones as well. Then I could see another large vehicle coming up the hill, it was pulling something behind it. As it made it's way up the hill I could see the front tires coming off the road. All of a sudden, it was lifted straight up into the air and flipped over backwards in the field next to the road. It was a tragic and bothersome sight. My wife yelled out, " we must help them!". Then I was surprised at all the people that came from nowhere that rushed down the hill to help. I yelled to my wife "no see, we don't need to go down and help, look at all the others who are there to help". But she insisted and she rushed down anyway. Concerned for her safety, I followed down behind her reluctantly. By the time I had gotten there, they had flipped the large truck back up on it's wheels in the field. The top of the truck was exposed and the man trapped inside was so badly injured that they had placed a round cylinder around him, so that all you could see where his hands. There were people at the door window praying with him and all I could here the driver saying was "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" in a crying voice. He kept wringing his hands together and one voice from my right yelled "he's not going to make it" That is when I woke up with the sound of people crying on my mind.
The minute I woke up, the thoughts of this dream went through my mind and into my heart and I asked myself what does this mean? I new in my heart that I must write it down. It is 5:15 am on the morning of November 17th,1998 and as I write this letter I remember the news I saw last night about the asteroid belt that may hit our atmosphere today. I am thinking about those of us who are working so hard to get by in life, that we have lost track of what time it is. While we wait anxiously for something to happen that will relieve us from our toil.
"Waiting on the Hill" the interpretation
I believe that this is the interpretation of this dream, sent from heaven. May the Holy Spirit within you bare witness to the truth. My son represents the elusive riches of this world. We spend much time anxiously waiting for it, but it seems to never come. Then, as we grow older, we look at the clock and our surprised because time has gone by so fast. The lord lead me to this scripture.
Special note: Keep an eye on Indonesia for what is happening there and about to happen, is representative of what is about to take place throughout the world. Be forever in prayer and ask the Lord to have mercy on our nation and our families.
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