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Someone asked to remain anonymous here, a long time member and sister in Christ. She asked me about this touching letter she wrote describing a dream she had last night. Read it, pray on it and perhaps if your gift is interpretation of dreams, please use that gift.
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I was standing outside, a catholic church. I felt so much fear and sorrow filled me to the very core. It wasn’t the way a normal catholic church is and I knew something very different was going on inside. I walked into the church, on my right hand side people stood in long lines of all ages even children as young as a few months old were in line with their mothers. I walked past these lines and at the top was a high wooden stand with a large book filled with names, a woman stood at the book, shouting out names and scratching them off as she called these people to walk through a red curtain directly in front of her. It was the feeling I got when I stood close to this woman, chills me to the bone, she was cold like noting lived inside her, noting but hatred and a thirst for murder.
There were other people dressed as normal people dress everyday lined up beside her, I knew they were followers of hers, I knew they were there to kill on her orders. A large glass case stood in the corner of the room; inside the glass I could see rosary beads, rows and rows of them with an unusual cross on the end of them. I watch one woman hang one around her neck, it struck me as a death sentence, I knew she had become a follower of this woman and there was no going back now she had hung those beads around her neck.
I walked forward through the red curtain and inside was a room full of confession boxes. I walked forward and opened the door on one of the boxes, inside a woman sat with a black cross on her forehead drawn on with what seemed to be ash. I noticed ropes hung around her arms, and realised she could not move. I asked her, what was happening, she just looked at me and said I refused to follow that woman so im waiting to be put to death. She told me they are hundreds like her already gone and hundreds more waiting to be killed.
I knew none of the people in the lines outside could see me, but the woman who seemed to be in charge could, she glared at me with such venom as I walked past her, she started to laugh a cruel high laugh, she told me, we are coming for you soon. I left the church and went out onto the streets.
The streets looked the same yet I could feel they were so different; followers of this woman roamed the streets rounding up people, some they killed were they stood. At one point I turned around and stared at the Catholic Church I had just left. I could hear a telling me, this church was killing all those who would not bow to this woman who claimed to be God messenger. This woman was marking people who submitted to her and all those who would not be marked were being killed.
I made my way home to my parent’s house. It was empty when I arrived. A voice in my head told me my Father was the one who would not submit to this woman, not to cry because he was home now. The rest of my family were gone. I felt my heart break when I thought of all my nieces and nephews, my brothers and sisters all gone.
I was running been chased by a pack of Dogs. I could feel the snapping at my legs every time they got close. I though this was it, I had no were to run, when an old friend of mine I have not seen in twenty years ,I was four years old the last time we played together. Stepped out in front of me, he took my hand and told me not be scared of these dogs, they would not kill me I was protected. We walked hand in hand and when I looked around we were back in the church.
Things were so much more violence now, people lay everywhere screaming for help and mercy while this woman’s followers tortured them I could hear them say, Put on the beads wear the mark around your next and we will stop.
I felt my friends hand firmly grasping mine and it made me feel some what safe, until I seen this woman making her way toward me, she stood in front of me laughing, ‘I told her you cannot touch me’ and she laughed louder, the next words that came out of her mouth I will never forget, ‘’maybe not you, you are here to watch but your daughter is not’’. My daughter, they had her, my baby was screaming, many of this woman’s followers were standing over my child holding knives. I felt my friends hand grasp mine even tighter as I pulled away. I ran toward my daughter, I grabbed a knife from one of their hands. I knew I could fight I spent my childhood doing it. I fought all of them with strength I had never felt before but no many how times my knife plunged into them, it made no effect on them. They stood their, with open wounds laughing. I could hear my daughter screaming in my ears, I was trying so hard but no matter how I injured them it made no difference they kept coming more and more of them.
I was screaming for God to save my Baby, not to leave them touch her. I looked down and i was covered in their blood. I heard a voice in my head say’ Enough’. I woke up in my bed screaming. I couldn’t breath my chest was heaving from the rough hard sobs that were coming from me I just could not stop. I felt every thing, and it was as real as anything I have ever felt and more so.
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I was standing outside, a catholic church. I felt so much fear and sorrow filled me to the very core. It wasn’t the way a normal catholic church is and I knew something very different was going on inside. I walked into the church, on my right hand side people stood in long lines of all ages even children as young as a few months old were in line with their mothers. I walked past these lines and at the top was a high wooden stand with a large book filled with names, a woman stood at the book, shouting out names and scratching them off as she called these people to walk through a red curtain directly in front of her. It was the feeling I got when I stood close to this woman, chills me to the bone, she was cold like noting lived inside her, noting but hatred and a thirst for murder.
There were other people dressed as normal people dress everyday lined up beside her, I knew they were followers of hers, I knew they were there to kill on her orders. A large glass case stood in the corner of the room; inside the glass I could see rosary beads, rows and rows of them with an unusual cross on the end of them. I watch one woman hang one around her neck, it struck me as a death sentence, I knew she had become a follower of this woman and there was no going back now she had hung those beads around her neck.
I walked forward through the red curtain and inside was a room full of confession boxes. I walked forward and opened the door on one of the boxes, inside a woman sat with a black cross on her forehead drawn on with what seemed to be ash. I noticed ropes hung around her arms, and realised she could not move. I asked her, what was happening, she just looked at me and said I refused to follow that woman so im waiting to be put to death. She told me they are hundreds like her already gone and hundreds more waiting to be killed.
I knew none of the people in the lines outside could see me, but the woman who seemed to be in charge could, she glared at me with such venom as I walked past her, she started to laugh a cruel high laugh, she told me, we are coming for you soon. I left the church and went out onto the streets.
The streets looked the same yet I could feel they were so different; followers of this woman roamed the streets rounding up people, some they killed were they stood. At one point I turned around and stared at the Catholic Church I had just left. I could hear a telling me, this church was killing all those who would not bow to this woman who claimed to be God messenger. This woman was marking people who submitted to her and all those who would not be marked were being killed.
I made my way home to my parent’s house. It was empty when I arrived. A voice in my head told me my Father was the one who would not submit to this woman, not to cry because he was home now. The rest of my family were gone. I felt my heart break when I thought of all my nieces and nephews, my brothers and sisters all gone.
I was running been chased by a pack of Dogs. I could feel the snapping at my legs every time they got close. I though this was it, I had no were to run, when an old friend of mine I have not seen in twenty years ,I was four years old the last time we played together. Stepped out in front of me, he took my hand and told me not be scared of these dogs, they would not kill me I was protected. We walked hand in hand and when I looked around we were back in the church.
Things were so much more violence now, people lay everywhere screaming for help and mercy while this woman’s followers tortured them I could hear them say, Put on the beads wear the mark around your next and we will stop.
I felt my friends hand firmly grasping mine and it made me feel some what safe, until I seen this woman making her way toward me, she stood in front of me laughing, ‘I told her you cannot touch me’ and she laughed louder, the next words that came out of her mouth I will never forget, ‘’maybe not you, you are here to watch but your daughter is not’’. My daughter, they had her, my baby was screaming, many of this woman’s followers were standing over my child holding knives. I felt my friends hand grasp mine even tighter as I pulled away. I ran toward my daughter, I grabbed a knife from one of their hands. I knew I could fight I spent my childhood doing it. I fought all of them with strength I had never felt before but no many how times my knife plunged into them, it made no effect on them. They stood their, with open wounds laughing. I could hear my daughter screaming in my ears, I was trying so hard but no matter how I injured them it made no difference they kept coming more and more of them.
I was screaming for God to save my Baby, not to leave them touch her. I looked down and i was covered in their blood. I heard a voice in my head say’ Enough’. I woke up in my bed screaming. I couldn’t breath my chest was heaving from the rough hard sobs that were coming from me I just could not stop. I felt every thing, and it was as real as anything I have ever felt and more so.
