every year about this time I post this info:
Strong's 2597 hebrew = Chanukkah = dedication 4; 4 1) dedication
the matching greek number 2597
Strong's 2597 greek = Descend, from 1 Thessalonians 4:16, "The Lord Himself shall 'descend' ...
I always thought that looked significant because it seemed to pair the father (Jared/Descend) and the son (Enoch/Dedicated) together.
Temperature conversions also seem to indicate a relationship between the number 2010 and Enoch
3650 F = 2010 C
temp conversions have proven accurate in other areas.
the Celsius to Kelvin temp conversions have proven to be most notable
2010 Celsius = 2283 Kelvin
if you read these posts:
then you know why I think the 2283 number is significant.
you also might note this
2010 = 911 + (157 x 7)
for many years 2010 always stood out to me as the likely year of the Rapture, though like others, i formulated a theory for another year (10.17.04).
I still think the likely period of the rapture is in the Fall to Winter season for the north half of the earth. This is partially based on the nature of Autumn which is 'decline' and the winding down, and the nature of Winter which is ice, and the possible season of the AC.
Finally, I cannot help but figure the time of my visitation from God found here:
was deliberate, occurring not only on specific days, but also the time of year it occurred.
today I do not know why.
this very unusual dream of the white rooms in Heaven (3.23.10) pointed to Winter, at least in regard to the Russians. white, of course, is naturally associated with snow.
i repost the dream here:
early in the morning of August 23rd, 2010 I had this remarkable dream -
I sat on the floor of a large, empty white room, as big as a barn, with a very high ceiling and narrow white floorboards. there was a pillow on the floor beside me. Through no means of my own, I was slowly pulled forward a short distance, and then started floating up at a casual rate of speed, along with this pillow. I floated up, and then into space. Then i floated through space into a another large white room covered on all walls and ceilings with white beadboard. I floated up to the ceiling and then began to praise God, and thank Jesus out loud, raising my hands. This was the unction of the Spirit of God. As my hands were raised, my right index finger was caught in a ring that was traveling in a thin track from the front of the room to someplace behind me. I traveled swiftly like this for a short distance. The ring in the track stopped at the end of the large rectangular shape that ran the length of the room that the track was in the bottom of. At that point I heard the first sound of the dream, the happy sound of small kids talking and giggling. This was quite contagious and made me happy instantly. I floated upwards and saw that in the end of this long rectangular shape was a window less than a meter square with two shutter-like slats across the window. These rotated and were covered with pastel paints and art of some kind. Rotating the slits somehow allowed me to step through and enter the room I saw before me. I remember thinking,"I can't get through that small space", and then when I did by rotating the slats (one of which I sat on and slid into the room) I thought to myself "That's clever".
Once through the window, I stood upright in a relatively small room that was all white, but bright and cheerful. To the right was a open window through which a lovely breeze came. It was bright and sunny outside, and I caught a glimpse of adults and kids doing something out there. That's where the voices were coming from. It appeared to be a gift shop full of things to buy or own. This was the entrance room to some sort of museum. Before me were two smartly dressed young men - say, early 20's. They were both dressed in sharply tailored uniforms, like bell-hops (without the hats) or early 20th century theater ushers wore - they were both dressed alike, the uniforms being dark navy blue (jacket and pants). Each 'jacket' (waist-length) had decorations on it, like military medals but they were not military personnel, they were guides to this place. The guy on the left was white, the guy on the right was black - both were handsome and silent. The guy on the left looked straight into my eyes and handed me a brochure that was die-cut to be a shape like a car of some sort (?). It had a photo on the front of a group of adults and kids. there was very attractive black woman in the photo. The brochure (more like a small booklet) was wrapped in some sort of translucent protective covering which I wondered about. It was cross between plastic and wax paper. The guides left me and I started to look around this room full of things. I turned to the left.
The gift shop was all white walls, like beadboard with tables and shelves displaying things. All these items were colorful, and appeared to be what I can only refer to as "Victorian Curiosities". They appeared to be games, or devices that moved and entertained. This seemed to be what the museum was full of. I could see into the museum (for lack of a better word) back to the left. This was place that one could go and see these 'devices' and that it seemed to be mostly for kids.
In front of me on a table was what was like a birdcage (about a meter tall) but it was full of some kind of 'contraption' that seemed similar to the famous USA game called "Mousetrap"with ramps and moving parts. It was all styled with Victorian design styling, and appeared to be a toy. This birdcage was a gorgeous, creamy pastel green color. that seemed to be a predominate color in the gift shop. most of the colors seemed to be pastels.
I turned to my left and saw white, wooden shelves and bookcase-like furniture that displayed other kinds of colorful items, like these 'toys' but there were less elaborate items like colorful buttons to be worn. I carried the booklet with me, which was a guide to the museum that started in the next room. The whole place had a strong feeling that it operated at a very very casual pace. I felt like I could take all the time in the world there - which I wanted to do.
Suddenly, my view changed and I found myself back in the actual museum, in front of what I can only describes as a victorian viewing device, which I only saw a portion of. The kind of device you might have put a small coin in to see some short piece of black & white film in the early 20th century - like a Kinetoscope.
The tone of the dream turned serious and I looked into the device's 'screen'.
A black & white film was running. Two Russian soldiers in the snow were crouching behind a small wall of snow they had made, and were talking to each other. They both wore typical Russian hats and coats, and they both carried long rifles. They were out in the wilderness somewhere. I could understand what they were saying. The soldier on the right stated to the soldier on the left:
"Israel can't see us."
...to which the soldier on the left replied:
"Yeah, but "Fluffy" can, and they're afraid of us."
The dream ended and I awoke.
The term "Fluffy" which the smug soldier used I somehow clearly knew was referring to the USA. This was a slur, a term of disdain, and he was calling the USA a pampered, pet dog - possibly of Israel, and that the USA was afraid of the Russians. This seemed to be a conversation between two Russian soldiers who were deployed, spying on Israel or planning an attack against Israel, possibly confident that "Fluffy", though aware of their intent (able to see them) was too afraid to do anything about it.
Except for the last part of the dream about the Russians, the entire place was heavenly, and I am convinced that it was someplace in God's Heaven. I was completely free of stress, and mental, emotional, and physical pain. I pleaded with the Lord to let me go back there, and never to leave! I was quite selfish in my requests.