Yesterday, I was thinking about some of the dreams and visions that I've read about. One of them was viewing an object in the sky - and how that came 1-24 hours before something hit the sun, causing a massive EMP that knocked out the electricity. At some point in the following three weeks after the EMP, the rapture happened, while all was still chaos here. I also just read someone's hypothesis yesterday of how that vision might fit in with this year's fall feasts. He was suggesting that the EMP might fall around Rosh Hashanah and the rapture wind up in the Feast of Tabernacles, which caught my eye: http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/aug2010/ben827.htm
OK, this won't make as much sense without a little more background, so I'll include something I posted on another forum:
I can't shake the feeling that this is it. All we've known is ending. For the last seven years, I've looked at November, 2010 as the cliff - anything after that is simply a plummet downward to absolute destruction. That's completely unrelated to web bot stuff, unrelated to Dan Matson's research on November being the start of the Tribulation. It's just been my own personal conviction, somewhat based on feelings, but in good part based on what I consider an objective warning straight from God on November 4, 2003.
That year, 2003, was also a year of personal warnings that it was time to go home. I had a series of dreams - each one different, but essentially with the same message: It's time to go home. That was the year of my husband's heart attack, exactly at sundown, exactly at the start of the Feast of Tabernacles. I could elaborate if anyone is really interested, but that pointed specifically to THIS Feast of Tabernacles, and in particular, to the 7th day, which is September 28, 2010. The 7th day of the Feast of Tabernacles is the day that the Bible calls "The Last Day" and "The Great Day." The 7th day is the last day of living in "tabernacles." On the 8th day, everyone is back in their real home.
That was the year of the closest approach of Mars, the harbinger of war. That was the year that is exactly 2000 biblical years since Jesus' death and resurrection, which I strongly believe was 32 A.D. That was the year of the incredible tornado outbreak. That was the year of the 11 x-flares, with the final one being that x-48, which was exactly on the 10th of Cheshvan, the day that God warned Noah that the rain would start in seven days. Interestingly, exactly seven biblical years after that is also September 28, 2010. There were other 2003 things, too, all exactly seven (solar) years ago. God's seven years of warning - pointing to this year.
But then there is just this FEELING that between right now and that cliff in November, my whole world is going to change, and I have no idea how. There is a little feeling of beginnings - maybe hugely exciting beginnings, maybe not. Mostly endings. The last this, the last that kind of thing.
Just wanted to write it out today -
There's another guy on Five Doves who has been talking about September 28, but in a totally different context. He's a math guy, and apparently some of his numbers are pointing to that date: http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/aug2010/bobware826.htm
My daughter and her new husband just returned to college this week, in a little apartment. They don't have any stored food or water. In fact, at this point, if she didn't shop every couple of days, they'd have nothing to eat. She hasn't had time to build up a pantry.
So, I was thinking and praying about this yesterday, and thinking about the EMP vision. (It's here somewhere in its entirety) I was also, admittedly, thinking about the Feast of Tabernacles. I was worrying about whether I ought to warn my daughter about some of these things I'd been reading, even if she thought I was completely nuts.
It was a long day yesterday, and by the time I went to bed, I was so tired that I fell asleep instantly, without praying at all. I had all kinds of disjointed dreams, bits of this and that that didn't make any sense, and were basically evidence that I wasn't sleeping very well.
I got up at 5:30 to go to the bathroom, and because it's Saturday morning, went back to bed to sleep a couple more hours. This time, I prayed first, and part of my prayer was, "Lord, you know I was wondering about a lot of things yesterday. Please, if there's anything I need to know, please tell me somehow. You be in charge of my dreams."
So, this time, I had one of those "you are there" kind of dreams, where everything seems very real. I'm hoping someone will help me understand this dream, as it was very different from the disjointed ones and came after my prayer.
I dreamed that my husband and I were at my parent's house, except, in the dream, it was our house. I had all kinds of plans of how I was going to fix things up. However, we were not in the house. For some reason, we were out in the yard, in one of those rectangular shade tent things that you can buy at Sam's Club. My husband had hung layers of tarp to create walls. There was a tarp for a floor, and we were sleeping there. We'd already been sleeping there for several days, but my husband wanted us to stay one more night in it. I agreed to stay one more night. I wasn't all that happy about it, as I really wanted to get back into the real house. I was kind of sick of the temporary shelter.
Sometime during the night, I woke up with rain in my face. It wasn't raining hard, just gentle sprinkles. I woke up my husband and said, "Why is there rain in the tabernacle?" We came fully awake and realized the shelter was gone, which for some reason, I was now calling a tabernacle.
The "tabernacle" had just been blown completely away, without waking us up. Only the gentle rain on my face had woken me up. My husband left me for a moment and then came back and said, "The police will let us know if they spot it somewhere in the neighborhood."
I said "OK, but I'm just going to go look for it." And, then, I just flew up into the sky, soaring through the air, looking for the tabernacle. I was swooping through the air, and it was so real and so fun! No one seemed to notice that I was flying in the air. Everyone just went about their business. I never did find the tabernacle, and when I flew back home, I woke up.
So, anyone have any thoughts?
Symbolically, in the Feast of Tabernacles, the temporary shelters are supposed to represent this temporary world. On the 8th day, when they go back to their permanent homes, it represents our eternal home.
Now, all of this has to be tempered by the fact that I was thinking about all these things yesterday. Still, it's interesting that we had been in the shelter several days already, but at my husband's asking, I agreed to one more night. That could mean the 7th day of the Feast of Tabernacles - and in the midst of that night, the shelter (representing this earth???) was just blown away so suddenly. That COULD mean September 28 - the same day that is exactly seven years of 360 days since that solar flare on November 4, 2003. Daniel Matson talked about that flare here: http://2010rapture.org/2003solarflare.html
LLee (also WisconsinGardener some places)