The Coming Firestorm
February 19, 2000
A firestorm is coming. I am at a house on a hill with a view of the
valley. We see it coming and the parents try to get us all into the car. The little boy doesn't want to go and refuses to
get in the car. Finally the mother talks him into it. I get in the back; it's very small, a compact car. As we're driving,
I can see the storm coming in the sky. We drive into the city. We are stopped, trying to make a left turn. Traffic seems to
be normal, as if nothing were wrong. I hope silently that the family doesn't think they can escape the storm in the city.
Then the woman says they came to get something they thought might help us.
Symbols in the Sky
January 31, 2001
Prelude: As I lay sleeping, two men were standing in my room, talking.
I tried to awaken myself, but could not. I was only aware of being unable to move in my bed, unable to rouse myself, yet
aware of the two men in my room.
"Should we wake her?" said the first one.
"No, let's let her sleep," said the second.
The Dream: I had to hurry, or I would miss my bus. It arrived at the bus stop at 11:44 AM exactly.
I wanted to run, but my legs felt like lead. There was a gentleman with me, running beside and slightly behind me. He looked
vaguely familiar, like a combination of several people I know.
When we arrived on the college campus, it was already growing dark, but it was the middle of the day. It was not an eclipse;
we had a partial on Christmas Day, and we weren't expecting another one for a long time. My brother had said that it would
be another 500 years before we had a solar eclipse on Christmas Day.
There was going to be a gathering in the quad in the center of campus later in the day, and preparations were already underway.
A woman handed me an envelope; I could barely see it and her in the growing darkness.
"Your symbol is in there," she said. "It will indicate what you are meant to do."
I opened the envelope. Inside was a tiny plastic window cling in the shape of two Christmas bells (complete with bows and
My mysterious friend and I walked down the quad, past the library. I looked up at the sky. It was as dark as midnight,
and the sky was full of stars. Then I noticed that on the south side of the sky, up very high, among the stars, there were
two long, luminous arrows. The arrows pointed north. One was orange, with a dotted line trailing the arrowhead. The other
was shorter, a sea-green color, with a double line trailing the arrowhead.
Next to the arrows appeared a number of Native American petroglyphs. Many of them were abstract, but several were human
"Hurry or we'll be late," said my friend. "There's no time to lose."
I looked at him. He wasn't looking at the sky.
"Did you see those figures in the sky?" I asked.
"So you hadn't seen them."
"I guess no one saw them but me." He didn't respond.
"Maybe I'm hallucinating. Guess I'd better talk to my doctor."
I woke up from the dream knowing that time was very short.
Scouting Parties about to Appear
March 1, 2001
Last night, the Lady Clothed with the Sun appeared to me in a vision. She said that the scouting parties of the invading
forces of darkness would be landing soon. They will look just like people. They will seem to appear suddenly out of thin air--actually,
they're dimension or frequency jumping....
The only way we'll be able to tell them apart from humans is:
They will be wearing contact lenses to hide the true nature of their eyes. The Lady said they can't disguise their eyes
any other way. Their eyes are very reptilian, an orange or yellow color mainly, with vertical pupils; and
Their behavior, manners and choice of words will be a little "off." You will have to pay attention to notice
the little quirks.
The Lady said to lay low, try to remain unnoticed. The scouts are looking for people with the mark of Christ or God (the
Holy One, however you express it) on their foreheads. Yesterday was Ash Wednesday in the Catholic Church, and a lot of people
received this kind of mark. She said that even those who did not receive it yesterday but received it or any other sacrament
(or bestowal of grace, however one's religious institution defines it; this, I think, can include baptism) in the past will
bear this mark, which the scouts can see.*
There are a very large number of them, and even people in remote areas need to keep watch and lay low. If you want to survive
the invasion, rather than being taken by the bad guys in the first volley, you need to do your best to remain unnoticed.
* I need to add here that there are many ways to be marked and different kinds of marks. Whatever your spiritual creed,
be careful what kind of "mark" you accept, and from whom.
April 28, 2001
This is the first "wave" dream.
(Context note: The date of April 28 seems important for some reason.)
In this dream, I was with a large group of people in some kind of structure. I was out on a porch or something, and I looked
out to the sea and saw a huge tsunami heading right for us. It was coming fast! I ran inside to warn everyone, but only a
handful listened to me. I ran to an interior room, and began packing a bag full of food and some other things I thought I
might need. I felt the wave hit; it knocked me to the floor. Then it was over. I could hear people shouting and crying. I
grabbed a coat and worked my way back toward the exterior.
Someone was saying that the structure held up to the wave the way it was intended to, and expressed hope that it would
survive whatever else was to come.
It was then that I realized the structure was a ship of some kind, like a modern Noah's ark.
Vision of Persecution
April 26, 2001
(I have to admit this was the most frightening and repulsive vision I have had to date.)
This vision occurred while I was awake, as I was driving down a country road. Along the road were tall telephone poles
with what appeared in my vision to be human bodies hanging from them by the neck on long, dark ropes. They had been lynched,
and left for all to see as a warning.
When I recovered from the shock, my conscious mind focused on the hangings again, and realized that it was just coils of
rope or wire hanging from some new telephone poles that had recently been installed.
However, every time I looked at them, I saw human bodies hanged for their faith, for their refusal to worship the beast
or accept the mark, or denounce His presence in the Host, or The Holy of Holies (or the Great Gods).
Mind Control is fairly long, and because it rambles, I think it represents a series of dreams rather than one long one.
I've listed it alone because it is so long.
Three months after this dream, I got a job working for a newspaper called The Daily Messenger. At the time of the dream,
which took place 2,500 miles away, I had no idea I would be working as a reporter. I stayed with the newspaper for a year.
May 13, 2001
[This was a long series of dreams and has been edited for brevity. The ellipsis (...) indicates an edit.]
In the first dream, the enemy was using biological weapons to sicken and kill as many people as they could, in order to
reduce the population significantly and weaken the rest, to make it easier to conquer the country. The sick and dying were
being loaded onto trains on a one-way trip to the end of their lives. I was walking up to the train station (it looked like
a light rail station) wearing a long raincoat. The pavement was wet as if it had just stopped raining. I discovered the plot
just in time, and had to run for my life.
...I saw a path that led away from where the people who had left the meeting hall had gone to sit. They were sitting on
seats or bleachers in square enclosures, looking straight ahead. There wasn't anything there! They were blissfully gazing
at a blank wall.
They all seemed happy and laughing, but I couldn't understand why they wanted to be there.
I slipped away on this rocky path, and it led me away from the conference area. It lead around the building and down toward
the sea. No one even noticed that I had run away.
The next thing I remember is being with a group of escapees. We were all running for cover, away from a large group of
people with guns.
Then we were flying as a group, without a plane. I guess it was our combined powers [or Divine grace!] that enabled us
to fly. We were only able to get off the ground a few yards. We were flying across the sea, toward land, which rose up quickly
on the other side. We thought we were going to crash into the hill, but we flew up the side quite a distance, just off the
ground, before we hit. ...
At the top of the hill, the guy who was assuming the role of leader found a ticket, printed in bright colors, to a concert
where his favorite band was playing. All the others cheered and ran back down the hill. I was too tired and I just wasn't
interested. He tried to get me to go, but eventually he gave up and sat down next to me.
The scene changed, and we (the escapees) were being attacked again. Troops in riot gear, carrying guns, were advancing
on us. We were pinned down. My only escape was to fly over their heads, through the stone gates and out over the sea. I would
rather drown than allow myself to be captured or shot by them. I jumped into the air, sailed over the top of the troops, through
the stone gate, and out over the sea. There was a large rock (like an enormous haystack) out a short distance, but I couldn't
get enough lift to get to the top of it. I figured I'd drown.
Then another escapee flew up next to me. He said there was enough lift to carry us to a safe place to land. This was due
to some kind of magnetic field the enemy was generating for their own purposes. We flew around a corner and I saw the landing
place he mentioned.
Next scene: I was back on the mainland. I had snuck up to the house and went inside. [I think it was my family's house].
No one was home. There were posters and placemats that were printed with warnings against allowing yourself to be deluded
into thinking everything was normal and we were all in a state of bliss. It looked like the enemy was using mind control to
blind people to reality, and make them think everything was fine--to addict them to TV, video games and movies. This was being
used on the survivors of the biological weapons to make the invasion easier. I also saw prayers in the house, and copies of
The Messenger [a Catholic newspaper]. I was moved by the effort these people were making to keep from falling for the delusions.