𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗧 (𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦), 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧
(January 11, 2015 Sunday 0200H-0500H)
I heard a sudden rumbling of the ground. I looked around and the atmosphere turned gloomy and everything was surrounded by darkness. Then from a distance, I saw the mountains slowly crumbling to the ground. There were landslides happening everywhere. The mountain shrank gradually and fell flat towards the lowly areas. No more trees can be seen anymore but only barren land and debris. I hardly knew what had happened below those mountains, I just felt that something terrifying had had happened there.
My feet brought me to an unknown land. People there were in a panic, running, shouting, crying, the environment was filled with fear. Houses were damaged, and many left with no homes. It's evident that people there suffered from a recent devastating calamity.
Despite their losses, people tried hard to gather their remaining strength to continue their own lives, to build a new home, starting afresh, even from the little materials that remained. Some built small tents next to each other in an area that's safer from calamity.
Then, I continued walking, wherever my feet led me, there I was. It was an unfamiliar road and as I was walking in the middle of it, a sudden strange thing happened to me.
I felt that there's another spirit entered my physical body. And that Spirit spoke in a loud soothing voice enough to be heard by everyone even to the farthest tallest mountain, everyone heard it, both the young and the old.
"Everyone, the Kingdom of God is near. Let us change our ways, let us repent! We should not worship other man-made gods nor worship images or statues. "
And he spoke many things, everything that was stated in the Scripture a long time ago. He told them how to change ways and all the right ways coincided from what had been said in the Scripture.
All they heard was a voice of a woman in the middle of the road, walking and telling those things. Only I could hear that it wasn't my voice but the voice of a man (THE HOLY SPIRIT) inside. Then the Spirit of the man (THE LORD) left after saying those words, after saying what he wanted to tell.
I knew it wasn't me who spoke such things, such words to everyone. On my own, I couldn't even speak fluently in English and not so well-versed in speaking or convincing anyone even appearing confidently in a crowd. I spoke like a child, I could hardly talk confidently to anyone, and I was always stammering in between.
All I knew was that the spirit of the man was like the Jewish man in the Scripture, and it was the Lord Jesus. But I didn't tell anyone who it was.
Then I climbed uphill where my family was situated, they've waited for me after those catastrophes that had happened all over the world.
I found them in a higher place, it's like a plateau, on top of the mountain, they found a shelter, a safer place. With their neighbors, they huddled together, helped one another so that everyone could survive to whatever calamities that may come.
My arrival to that place made everyone's gaze to focus on me. They had heard and seen me below as I preached and spoke as a matured being. And they already knew me as the daughter of one of their neighbors.
I greeted my parents and talked with them. They were so poor and I couldn't bear to leave them behind helpless. I felt pity for them, with their current situation, in their suffering.
Afterwards, I found a dry area and just sat on the ground. I got tired after all the events that had happened at the same time a little afraid of the possible calamities that may happen in the future.
I wore no slippers or shoes that time (the storm or calamity had just passed).
Then as I looked down unto my two bare feet, I saw a strange mark appeared on each of it. It was the mark of the slipper, both feet have the mark of the slipper but it was so strange.
The other foot has a different mark, a different type of slipper inscribed on it, an ordinary slipper with two holes in the front while the other one has a single straight strap positioned horizontally unto my right foot. The strangest one was those marks were both pointing to different directions, as if they were two different slippers facing oppositely - the other one was going westward and the other was going eastward.
And those marks were engraved on my feet magically, it just appeared out of nowhere and it couldn't be erased/removed, as if it was imprinted on my feet forever like a unique mark, wherever I may go.
By Anne, In a Dream.