I watched this video a couple of years ago, and loved the details. More importantly, this dream is very strongly confirmed. I take it as authentic. Continue reading “It Is Good To Hear Of These Rapture Dreams From Reliable Sources – Yet Still Most Will Reject Truth”
The following information was dreamed and posted by Hal Turner, a news writer that does a good job keeping on top of what is geopolitically important. I was awake at 3AM this morning, and received his letter just as he wrote it. It is not good.
Most of my subscribers are in good shape with Yahuah. This is a warning to you that when the evil runs rampant on the earth, do not be dismayed. These things must come. Stop with the free-ride out rapture fantasy. Ask the Syrian Christians about their recent “rapture”. It came from the blade of a sword. Continue reading “Reliable News Writer Dreams Horror – Crucified and Burned People For Miles and Miles”
Ken Peters was a wild, un-saved young man who had a dream. You will be blessed by his truth, and the sword he describes is the same exact sword I saw in my vision.
Ken had his dream about 20 years ago, and kept it to himself for a long time. I’ve done the same. It can be difficult to share something so powerful when you know many people will scoff at you and criticize you.
But the Truth must be told and you will be blessed by his work here.
Continue reading “Ken Peters – A Detailed Dream Of The End”
Those who have a living relationship with Yahuah through the salvation of Yahusha and the indwelling of the Spirit of Yahuah know that mankind has an expiration date on the earth.
Dan 12:7 And I heard the man clothed in linen, who was on the waters of the river, when he held up his right and his left hand to the heavens and swore by Him who lives forever, that it shall be for a time, times, and a half. And when they have made an end of scattering the power of the holy people, all these things shall be finished.
When the power of the holy people is finally broken, then the end shall come.
Your power. My power. Our power through Yahuah will be broken. Many of us will be here, because the breaking of the power of the holy people would not be necessary if we were gone from the earth. It is “they” who break us. The wicked, who practice doing that which is wicked.
Yet not a bird falls to the ground dead save that it be within the will of Yahuah. Nothing happens that happens that is outside His will. He allows evil to come against the righteous. It rains on the just and upon the unjust alike.
Nonetheless, I am sad. Every day of my life I fight this pervasive, omnipresent sadness. My soul grieves and I live my life in masked despair over the prevalence of wickedness and the growing dominion of the shatan over the whole of the earth.
But there is glory, both here and in the next world. The glory is to stand in faith, in belief proven by obedience to the instructions of Yahuah. Life everlasting with HIM, and He keeps His promises. We WILL be with Him, and we WILL count our sorrows on earth as nothing. We will wish we had endured more for His names sake when we look upon His radiant glory in paradise.
You were not created to live on earth, but to live in heaven. Our human lives are little more than devices to strain out the chaff from the wheat. We inhabit a biological machine and are so perfectly integrated into this machine that we consider ourselves one with it.
Yet we are not one with our highly engineered biological body. We are as separate from our bodies as east is from the west, as night is from day. We are spiritual beings, not yet celestial as the messengers are, but our day comes. This earth is not the end of our story, rather it is the beginning of an eternal life. A living entity; a spirit being in the sealed enclosure Yahuah created for us to inhabit.
We who are His are eternal beings already, and we hate the world as the world hates us. We are strangers here. We do not belong and we feel our alienation every day of our lives. We yearn for freedom from this place, and we know that there is work to do.
I do know that the ways of the world will continue to expand wickedly. Life on earth will never better than it is this day, and tomorrow will be the next best day, and so on, each day growing increasingly wicked as the political rulers succumb to the greed and power of the shatan. Ordinary people will be overcome by hate. Everyone will exist on the edge of the knife, all afraid of making a misstep which cuts them to pieces.
Yet there is no particular respite from all this even if one heads for the mountains, or the deserts. Hatred will still prevail. Contact with people will only disappoint, and isolation will only waste the time Yahuah has given us. We want to avoid being the “one talent” servant 🙂
Lets talk about Yahuah.
When I think of Heaven, I see a place. There is a place there where Yahuah resides on His throne. The place is like a room of immeasurable proportions, with a river running from His throne. The river is not of Amazonian proportions, but is only perhaps 30 yards wide. The river water is alive. There is life in it and it is life. This living water is clear as the most optically perfect glass, and it tumbles smoothly over itself, like its in a hurry to get to a party. Joy flows through this river. Gold lines the banks like sand lines the shores of the sea. There are creatures like sea creatures, unknown by type, flowing with the river. There is a path across the river, a way to walk across, but it is not a bridge. I cannot see it, but it has always been there.
The space of Yahuah is immense, as high as the sky and as wide as the horizon. In the intermediate distance are homes. Not homes like we know, but different. Big. One room I see and have seen for decades is like glass, but not glass. A huge window that stretches from the ceiling to the floor and from wall to wall, maybe 20 feet tall and 30 feet wide. No screen. No door. Open space with a sheer curtain or drape, waving gently in the breeze. The ambient air temperature is perfect. Perfect. The air is ideal in every way. The lighting everywhere is so satisfying. There is illumination where light is best, and shade and shadow where those are best. Comforting. The illumination is comforting, and whatever must be seen is clearly seen by the viewer.
Standing in this window, looking out toward the brilliance of Yahuah on His throne is Yahusha. He stands comfortably, smiling as only one who knows peace can smile. It is finished, and He kept everyone His Father gave Him.
In the distance, but within the space of Yahuah, is Yahuah on His throne. No one can see Him, so bright is His radiance. Far brighter than the sun, white light as pure as only Yahuah can purify, He shines with no flaw. He is perfect by His own perfect standard. He loves us. We are so important to Him, and as inferior to Him as … there is nothing to compare. He is infinite. He circles back unto Himself, only to do so again, infinitely. As human lives, we only have the most basic, simple understanding of “perfect”. His perfection is a level that we will only understand when we are with Him.
He is pleased that we are with Him. And we are ALL there with Him. We stand before Him, countless radiant faces, all known, and all known by one another. We know who we are. We know where we were, and we know why we are before Him.
We sing. We sing the same song, in perfect harmony. 100’s of millions of perfect voices in perfect timing and we are loud. Oh, glory. Thundering praise such as time and space have never known. It is the song of victory. And Yahuah sings with us. We are home, and we are one.
A fine sister sent me a poem that she wrote some time ago, and I asked her for her permission to share it with you. She agreed and please do read it. Whenever someone sends me something to read, I feel duty-bound to “like it”, because obviously the person who sent it valued the information highly. So when I started this poem I had that “I must like this” burden rising within my mind.
Until I finished it.
There is something alive, loving and holy in this poem. Even now, a week later writing about it, I have tears in my eyes. This poem is beautiful, moving and peace is in it. That is what I experience – peace.
Below is her email and her poem:
“I have had several visions over the years, the main one I want to share was of the Rapture and I wrote the poem below; the Lord has told me that I will live to see all that he has shared with me; I’m 75
‘Earth in all her glory hangs suspended from the Creator hand.
Slowly, silently she revolves, urged on by the winds from heaven.
A jewel, set against the black cushion of a velvet universe.
Her beauty veiled and revealed by shifting patterns of cloud.
Who knows her time? Is it now?
Trumpet peals of light are piercing through the darkness of the night,
They reveal an opening in heaven, from which emit rays of living light.
Streams of angels pour in multitudes upon the Earth,
Cascading down, in flowing ribbons of Shekinah might.
Myriad upon myriad, stationed at her feet,
Glowing circles, pulsating bright, twin anklets of light.
At the word, inward moving, hands outstretched, reaching in,
Catching hold of saints concealed in caves and graves of old.
Sweeping clean the seven seas of her treasure-trove.
Lifting streams of resurrected saints to glory,
Around and around they fly,
Encircling the Earth in robes of ethereal light,
They arise, they arise!
Looking up, they hear the rushing of the wings of angels bold,
Living saints are now enfolded in the arms of angelic hosts.
Ascending, they harvest the Earth and leave her mourning.
Slowly now they rise, gently circling.
A coronet formed resplendent, for Majesty descending.
All glory abides in Him.
Bowing down before their maker, drifting upward now ascending.
The tear in heaven is restored and inky darkness hides Earth’s tears.
No more to see the saints in glory,
Rejoicing at their Wedding feast!
GM Linder © 2006
Re-listening to Pastor Dana Coverstone’s dream regarding October. The “2nd week of October” is precisely 15 days away. In the second week of October, according to his dream, the “wicks, like a firework” ignite in the heads of the select wicked. This includes the governors, the federal officials and “everyone else”, a sudden Continue reading “Prophecy 2nd Week of October – The “Wicks” Are Lit. Dana Coverstone”
Recently I read a book written by a man named Michael Snyder. He is a fine fellow who has written several books, and has a few websites with over combined 100,000,000 views. He works hard, is smart and follows Yahuah. He is a leader and many websites syndicate his work.
The book he wrote that I am talking about is Lost Prophecies of The Future of America
Buy the book on Amazon after you listen to Chapter One, right here. I will record the entire book and post each chapter here, with Chapter Two following in a day or two until I complete reading the entire book here for you.
I recently returned from a two-week time out that I took alone in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I loaded up my gear, drove 1500 miles, camped, hiked, and backpacked for two weeks and came home. I had to get away, and I had to hear from Yahuah.
I did. Early, too. Before I even pitched my tent the first time. I was listening to something on the radio of my 4Runner, and before I knew it, I was reading on my Kindle a boob by Michael Snyder titled Lost Prophecies of the Future of America.
I parked my 4Runner in some shade and read that entire book before I ever pulled my tent out of my SUV. When I finished the book, I was physically hurting. It took me three weeks to get up enough strength or courage or whatever it is to sit down and crack open my Thinkpad to get this done.
I have to get the message of this book to as many people as possible.
This book is loaded with prophecies from individuals who have consistently produced prophecies of events in advance of the event. These are their prophecies regarding America, and your future.
Rather than count on people to purchase the book, and you will want to purchase this book, for sure, I am reading the entire book aloud so you can listen in your car, or at home, work or in the bed at night.
The audio file is mp3 format and will play on anything.
Listen to each audio posting as soon as it comes to you, because this is not information you want to dismiss or ignore. In fact, as soon as I send this post, I am going to the grocery store. Having available food is a true matter of life or death. Make the most of your time.
When I get home, I will publish the audio of Chapter one.
Dana Coverstone – A pastor who has some powerful dreams. Yahuah uses him because he is humble, honest and does his best to relay to us precisely what he dreamed. This dream specifically targets November 3rd, 2020. It is precisely what I also see coming, with the exception of the assassination attempts.
Listen and brace yourself… Continue reading “Dana Coverstone – The Dream of November 3rd, 2020”
This blog has existed in one form or another for maybe 20+ years. It has been a marvelous tool for sharing. What do I share? My sorrows, mostly. I often regret living, though I love my Yahuah. He loves me, and never once told me that my path would be easy. Indeed, it has been difficult from the beginning of my very life. My childhood was hard. I was beaten, slapped, whipped with a steel-tipped belt, with clothes hangars, sticks, a bull whip, extension cords.
But faithful, I was. Contemplative. Thoughtful. I read newspapers when I was just a boy. When I was 10 years old I followed closely the Vietnam war. I read of a man named Buford T Puser on my mother’s sofa one day when I was 15 years old, wondering why a fellow who died far away would be on the front page of a small town local newspaper. A few years later, I saw the movie.
I learned in my growing up that fidelity is rare. People seem obsessed with themselves, loving those who will help them in their pursuit of self, and hating anyone who stands in the way of selfish actions. My friends loved me, I suppose, because I could help them get things they wanted. Notoriety, local hero status, “popularity”. Whatever.
I noticed that the more money I made, the more “friends” I had.
But I had some good friends. A few. A few who would fight for me. Defend me. Friends.
Marriage is different. Sometime in the 1970’s, maybe 1979?, I was busy flipping my motorcycle end over end, a triple-gainer that ended with my back broken and me laying flat on that back checking my fingers, toes and teeth by wriggling the toes as I clung tightly to the grass in a spread-eagled position. I checked my teeth by running my tongue over them. I held that grass in order to prevent any spasms from twisting my back and potentially doing nerve damage.
My friend, Lane McCarty (deceased-2019), rolled up on his motorcycle, scared. But there he was and he cared about me.
As my motorcycle had been flipping end over like, as Lane loved to tell it, Lee Majors crash in the old TV show “The Six Million Dollar Man”, I prayed to Yahuah two things: I wanted an education and I wanted a family.
So perhaps you can imagine how I felt yesterday when my ex-wife and I were in counseling together and she was telling the counselor how my sons dislike me and do not want me back in their lives.
I am so sad over this, because before my ex filed for divorce, I had some good boys. But now that I am a out of their lives, they generally get to do what they want to do, as their mother will appease them in order to take pressure of herself. No discipline. The public school told her that they would take custody of one of my boys if she failed to get him to school again this past semester. And his brother was arrested on felony racketeering charges at age 14, only about four months after she divorced me.
Why did she divorce me? I do not know. There is no actual reason. She is simply not stable, but is quite wealthy and has always been given whatever she wanted. She grew up unsupervised and lived a wicked life, turning things around only after alcoholism almost destroyed her around age 30. That is when I met her, and she came after me with gusto, telling me that she wanted to give me my first son on our second date.
And she lied to me.
Within 90 days of marrying her she was abusing me badly. I’ll spare you that. But her abuse never stopped,. and her desire for me never returned. Not in 15 years.
So I’m hung. My sons, whom I adore, tell her that they don’t want me around any more. Of course not. I make them attend school, go to bed, eat, clean their rooms, get off the digital devices, limit the “spending the night”, make them brush their teeth, and attempt to get them to read.
An example – the 12 yr old asked me this week if I would buy him a new X-Box game. We were in my 4Runner directly across from a game store. I replied that if he started doing the chores that he needed to do in order to earn a new game, I would be happy to buy it for him. So I asked “Are you willing to earn it?” And he replied “No.”
Why did he reply “No”?
Because he knows for certain that he can nag his mother into buying it for him with no effort required. So nope, they do not want me around to mess that up.
Its much more than that, obviously. But had my ex not lied to me before we were married, I would not have married her. That is for sure. And my reasoning proved true.
I’m complaining, aren’t I?
Its the pressure. I’m making some changes in my life, some big ones, and all that plus the thing with my kids not wanting me around is frying my brain.
Want to hear a dream I had 15 years ago? I think I’ll share it with you. But I have to go eat first…
Some background – I had met Meredith already when I had the dream, but I had not married her.
In the dream, I was driving my SUV down a residential street in a super green area with a waterfall beside the road. There was a Porsche 911 parked across from the only house on the road that I could see. Suddenly, a torrential downpour started. It was raining like it was the flood again, and my SUV started swirling around and around, with me furiously fighting for control until a voice spoke clearly “let go of the wheel”. I replied “If I let go, I’ll lose control.” Again the voice said “let go”. Well, I didn’t have control anyway, so I let go and the instant I let go, the rain was gone and I could see three little boys walking away from me on the sidewalk in front of the house.
In the door of the house stood Meredith. She looked disheveled, like she had just gotten out of bed. She was speaking to the boys, who I knew were our sons. Again, we were not married at the time I had this dream.
So I watched as these three boys walked down the street to school, wearing backpacks with earbud wires hanging out, needing haircuts and dressed in jeans. Their heights were all as they are now. The youngest, Nathan, who is age five currently, walked in front, blonde hair flowing in the breeze. Lukas and Michael walked behind him, side by side.
And that was the end of the dream.
The boys in the dream precisely match my sons today. And my only takeaway is that at this time in my life, I must let go of trying to control. I have to let go.
Scary for a control freak like me. But I am sure that the dream is of Yahuah and that I am supposed to let go.
What does that mean, exactly?
Some of you write to me and I appreciate your love for Yahuah. Please pray about this and send me your thoughts, OK? I really need some fellowship on this.
Pray about my new teaching assignment, which begins Monday, March 2nd. I do need a lot of prayer, as I am going through that storm in the dream. I need to let go, but I am afraid of what that means. I need to let go. Am commanded to let go. Help me let go.
“I came to hurl fire into the earth, and what will I if it already has been lit?
But I have a baptism to be immersed in, and how am I pressed until it is done! Do you think that I came to give peace in the earth? No, I say to you, But rather division. For from now on five in one house will have been divided, three against two, and two against three. Father will be divided against son, and son against father; mother against daughter, and daughter against mother; mother-in-law against her bride, “and the bride against her mother-in-law.” Luke 12:49-53, Mic. 7:6