It was January 11, 2015, Sunday, dawn.
The surrounding was gloomy.
It's dark everywhere.
I saw mountains crumbling to the ground.
Landslides everywhere.
Mountains shrank slowly, fell flat to the ground.No more trees can be seen, only barren land and debris remained.
Something terrifying had happened there.
My feet brought me to an unknown land. People there were in 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 little materials remained. Some built small tents next to each other in an area that's safer from calamity.
Then, I proceeded to my journey, wherever my feet led me, there I was. I was roaming around.
I was on an unknown road and while 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 that woman in the middle of the road, my VOICE, walking and telling those things. Only I could hear that it wasn't my voice but the voice of a man- Jesus- inside me. Then his Spirit left after saying those message.
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 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 Jesus.
But I couldn't tell anyone who it is. Then I went 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 the higher place, it's like a plateau, on top of the mountain they found shelter. With their neighbors, they huddled together, helped one another so that everyone could survive whatever calamities may come.
My arrival to their 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 had just known I was the daughter of one of their neighbors.
I greeted and talked with my parents. They were so poor and I couldn't bear to leave them behind helpless. And in my heart, I'll try to help them as long as I could for them to survive.
Afterward, I found a dry area and just sat on the ground. I felt 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.
Then as I looked down unto my bare feet, I saw a strange mark appeared on 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 on the front while the other one has single straight strap positioned horizontally unto her right foot. The strangest one was those marks were both pointing through different directions, as if they were two different slippers facing oppositely - the other one is going westward and the other in eastward. And those were engraved on my feet and nothing could erase it forever, it was my own unique mark wherever I go.
(It was a dream that happened in reality)