The Beginning of
America's
Destruction!
                                                                            By Pastor F. M. Riley
                                                                            July 10, 2019
     "The wicked shall be turned into Hell, and all the nations that forget God."  Psalm 9:17

     The Lord God said to Israel.......
     "For I am with thee, saith the Lord, to save thee: Though I make a full end of all nations whither I have scattered thee, Yet will I not make a full end of thee; but I will correct thee in measure, and will not leave thee altogether unpunished," Jeremiah 30:11.  
 
     "For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes in divers places.
     All these are the beginning of sorrows."  Matthew 24:7-8
Introduction
     This past week there have been two more major earthquakes in California, followed by over 4.,000 aftershocks.  The ground is trembling so bad that many people in California are sleeping in tents in their yards, for fear of another big earthquake causing their homes to collapse in on them while they sleep.
     Due to this present situation I felt led of the Lord to reprint the testimony of Joe Brandt, a young man way back in 1937,  who was given vivid dreams or visions detailing the destruction of California, by their long expected "big one."  May the Lord use this reprint to touch the hearts and minds of His people, and of lost souls, is my prayer.  
Our Text Scriptures
     Since the things described in our text for this study, were specifically prophesied by the Lord Himself as being "...the beginning of sorrows," this indicates to me that these are the events that will be occurring on an increasing scale JUST BEFORE the beginning of the Tribulation period.  Well, just look at this.......  
     I shouldn't have to remind any reader that severe famine is happening right now in some third world countries.  And it is destined for America.  Yes, I did say America!  You know, the land of "plenty," which has an abundance for everyone.  
     This year the entire midwest of America has been flooded, and the rains are still coming.  Because of the flooding, very little crop land was plowed and sowed this year, and there will be no harvest over most of the midwest.  The midwest is the "bread basket" of America.    No, our readers don't see the effects of this right now, but they will next year, when food shortages develop and prices soar for what food is available.  Did the Lord say somehing about "famine" in the years just preceding the Tribulation?  I think He did!  
     In our Scripture text, the Lord also mentioned "pestilences."  Any reader who watches the evening news on TV should be aware that every few days, some "new" disease [pestilence] is being reported as having been discovered, and the people are being warned to do this or that to avoid it.  
     Finally, the last thing the Lord mentioned in this text was "earthquakes in divers places."  And are they happening?  Ho boy!  Over the past two years there have been an abundance of large earthquakes all over the world.  They seem to be increasing in both frequency and intensity.  Could our gracious and merciful Lord God be warning mankind on the earth to "repent or perish?"  I suggest that our readers study again Ezekiel 18:23 and 18:32.  If these frequent earthquakes are warnings,  how many today are listening?   Well...??  
Joe Brandt
     His name may or may not be familiar to our readers, but his testimony should be known by every reader.  This is why I printed and sent it out a couple years ago, and have decided to print and send it out again at this time.  
     Joe Brandt was a young man living in California, just 17 years of age in 1937.  That year he fell off his horse, receiving severe concussions to his head when he fell.  He was in such bad shape that he was rushed to the hospital in Fresno, California, where he remained for a long time.  
     During his stay in the hospital, he began having severe headaches as he slept.  During his headaches dreams or  visions began coming to him.  His visions were so real, and so detailed, and so impressed upon his mind, that he didn't forget them when he awakened.  And they were in sequence.  His visions would began again, right where the previous vision left off.  At some point, he decided to write his visions, for he felt no one would believe him, unless he had some visible proof  of what he was telling them.  And so, what follows are the visions of young Joe Brandt, describing in detail.......
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The Destruction of California
     The Day of the Earthquake.......
     I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache - as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain.  I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse, Blackie.  As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind - pictures that stood still.  I seemed to be in another world.  Whether it was the future, or whether it was some ancient land, I could not say.  
     Then slowly, like the silver screen of the "talkies," but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles.  It was Los Angeles - it was bigger, much bigger, and busses and odd shaped cars crowded the city streets.  I thought about Hollywood Blvd, and I found myself there on Hollywood Blvd.  Whether this is true, I don't know, but there were a lot of guys about my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings.  All the girls wore real short skirts.....and they slouched along, moving like a dance.  I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said "hello," but they didn't hear or see me.  I decided that I would look as funny to them as they looked to me.  I tried, for awhile, that crazy kind of walk.  I guess it is something you have to learn.  I couldn't do it.  I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness.  Something else was missing, something that should be there.  
     At first I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was - then I did.  THERE WERE NO BIRDS.  I listened.  I walked two blocks north of the Blvd.....All houses.....no birds.  I wondered what had happened to them, had they gone away?  Where?  Again, I could hear the stillness.  I had never experienced anything like it.  I listened.....just the stillness.   
     Then, I knew something was going to happen.  I wondered what year it was.  It certainly was not 1937.  I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President.  It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt.  He was bigger, heavier, big ears.  If it wasn't 1937, I wondered what year it was.  It looked like 1969.....but I wasn't sure.  My eyes weren't working just right.  
     Someone was coming.....someone in 1937.....it was that fat nurse ready to take my temperature.  I woke up.  Crazy dream (There are pages here about a similar dream occurring) - finding himself in Los Angeles - although it was the next day (in 1937) it was the same day in Los Angeles, and the dream would continue where the last dream left off.  My headache is worse.  It is a wonder I didn't get killed on that horse.  I've had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood.  Those people, Why do they dress like that I wonder?  I found myself back on the Blvd.  I was waiting for something to happen.  Something BIG was going to happen and I was going to be there.  I looked up at the clock down by that big theater.  It was 10 minutes to 4. Something BIG was going to happen.  I walked down the street.  In the concrete in front of a theater they had the names of stars.  I recognized a few of them.  The other names I had never heard.  I was getting bored.  I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Blvd., even though nobody could see me.  Those crazy kids.  Why are they dressed like that?  Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it doesn't seem like Halloween. More like early Spring.
     There was that sound again, that LACK OF SOUND.  STILLNESS, STILLNESS, STILLNESS.  Don't these people KNOW that the birds have gone somewhere?  The QUIET IS GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER.  I KNOW IT IS GOING TO HAPPEN.  SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN.  Something is happening now!  
     It sure did.  She wokie me up, grinning and smiling, that fat nurse again.  "It's time for your milk, kiddo," she says.  Gosh, old woman of 30 acting like the cat's pajamas.  Next time maybe she'll bring hot chocolate.  
THE MOMENT OF THE HAPPENING
     Where have I been.  Where haven't I been!  I've been to the ends of the earth and back.  I've been to the end of the world.  There isn't anything left.  Not even Fresno, even though I'm lying here right this minute.  If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down.  Nobody will believe me anyway.  
     I'm going back to that last moment on the Blvd.  Some sweet kid went past, dragging little boys (twins I guess) by each hand.  Her skirt was up - well, pretty high - and she had a tired look.  I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then, I remembered she didn't see me.  Her hair was all frowsy, way out all over her head.  A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something.  I guess she was sorry BEFORE it happened, because it surely did happen.  
     There was a funny smell.  I don't like it.  A smell like sulphur, sulphuric acid, a smell like death.  For a minute, I thought I was back in chem (chemistry).  When I looked around for the girl, she was gone.  I wanted to find her for some reason.  It was as if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her.  She was gone, and I walked half a block, then saw the clock again.  My eyes seemed glued on that clock.  I couldn't move.  I just waited.  It was FIVE MINUTES TO FOUR O'CLOCK ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON.  I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for the something to come.  
     Then, when it came, it was nothing.  It was just nothing.   It wasn't nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago.  The ground shook, just an instant.  People looked at each other, surprised.  Then they laughed, I laughed too.  So this was what I had been waiting for.  This funny little shake.  It mean't nothing.  I was relieved and I was disappointed.  What had I been waiting for?  I started back up the Blvd, moving my legs like those kids.  How do they do it?  
     I never found out.  I felt as if the ground wasn't solid under me.  I knew I was dreaming and yet I wasn't dreaming.  There was that smell again - coming like from the ocean.  I was getting to the 5 and 10 (Newberry's?) and I saw the look on the kid's faces.  Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way.  Both with beards.  One with earrings.  One said, "let's get out of this place.  Let's go back East."  He seemed scared.  It was as if the sidewalks were trembling - but you couldn't seem to see them.  Not with your eyes, you couldn't.  An old lady had a dog, a litle white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said, "Let's go home, Frou, Frou.  Mamma is going to take you home."  That poor old lady, hanging on to her dog.  I got scared.  Real scared.  
     I remembered the girl.  She was way down the block, probably.  I started to run.  I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling.  But I couldn't feel it.  But I knew it was trembling.  Everybody looked scared.  They looked terrible.  One young lady just sit down on the sidewalk all doubled up.  She kept saying, "earthquake, it's THE earthquake," over and over.  BUT I COULDN'T SEE THAT ANYTHING WAS DIFFERENT.  
      Then, when it came.  How it came.  Like nothing in God's world.  Like nothing.  It was the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid.  It was awful.  It was as if something - some monster - was PUSHING UP THE SIDEWALKS.  You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold anymore.  I looked out at the cars.  They were honking but not scared.  They just kept moving.  They didn't seem to know yet that anything was happening.  Then, that white car, that baby half sized one, came sprawling from the inside lane right across the curb.  The girl who was driving just sat there.  She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn't move, but I could hear her.  She whimpered, like a little girl.  She made funny noises.  I watched her, thinking of the other girl.  
     I said that it was a dream and I would wake up.  But I didn't wake up.  The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Blvd. seemed to be breaking in two.  The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel.  It was breaking in two.  That is why the girl's car went out of control.  AND THEN A LOUD SOUND AGAIN, LIKE I"VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE.  THEN HUNDREDS OF SOUNDS.....ALL KINDS OF SOUNDS.....children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings.  They were all moving, it seemed, some of them above the sidewalk.  I can't describe it.  They were LIFTED UP, and the waters kept coming......oozing...oozing.  The cries.  It was awful.  I woke up.  I never want to have that dream again.  
     THE EARTHQUAKE
     It came again.  Like the first time which was a preview, and all I could remember was the end of the world.  I was right back there - all that crying.  Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air.  One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn't seem to feel it.  
     I wanted only to wake up, to get away from this place.  It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something.  This was terrible.  There were older people in the cars.  Most of the kids were in the street.  But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them.  Nobody could help them.  Nobody could help them.  
     It was then that I felt myself lifted up.  Maybe I had died.  I don't know.  But I was over the city.  It was tilting toward the ocean - like tilting a picnic table.  The buildings were holding, better than you could believe.  They were holding.  They were holding.  The people saw they were holding, and they tried to cling to them  or get inside.  It was fantastic.  Like a buiding had a will of it's own.  Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding.  I was up over them - looking down. I started to root for them.  Hold that line, I said.  Hold that line.  Hold that line.  I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream.  If the buildings held, those buildings on the Blvd., maybe the girl with the two kids - maybe she could get inside.  
     It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever.  Everybody was trying to get inside.  They were going to hold.  You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up.  Only they didn't.  I've never imagined what it would be like for a building  to die.  A building dies just like a person.  It give way, some of the bigger ones did just that.  They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn't take it anymore.  They crumble right down to nothing.  And the little ones screamed like mad - over and above the roar of the people.  They were mad about dying.  But buildings die.  I couldn't look anymore at the people.  I kept wanting to get higher.  I kept willing myself to go higher.  
     Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I couldn't see.  I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing is that I could see everywhere.  I knew what was happening.  The earth seemed to start to tremble again.  I could feel it even though I was up high.  The time it lasted maybe twelve second, and it was gentle.  You couldn't believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage.  But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles - and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and L.A..  It was all tilting toward the ocean, houses, everything that was left.  I could see the big lanes - dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars - five lanes in one place, and all the cars sliding the same way.  
     Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land.  I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn't on the Blvd.  It was 4:29.  It had been half an hour.  I was glad I couldn't hear the crying anymore.  But I could see everything.  I could see everything.  
     THE OTHER CITIES
     Then like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with people.  San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles.  I seemed to see it was the GARLOCK FAULT, not just the SAN ANDREAS that was rocking San Francisco.  It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable.  I could see all those mountains coming together - the Sierra Nevada, and the San Andreas and Garlock .  
     I knew what was going to happen to San Francisco - it was going to turn over, because of Garlock.  It would turn upside down.  It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess.  It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn't exactly there.  I was a long way off.  
     I shut my eyes for a long time - I guess ten minutes - and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed from underneath.  And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno.  Way down south, way down Baja, California, Mexico too.  It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else.  
     I saw the map of South America, especially Columbia.  Another volcano eruption - shaking violently.  Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic activity.  Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too.  It was so far off - not easy to see, because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but Japan started to go into the sea.  I couldn't tell time then, and the people looked like dolls.  It was so far away I could hardly see it.  In a minute or two it seemed over,  Everybody was gone.  There was nobody left.  
     I didn't know time now.  I couldn't see a clock.  I tried to see the island of Hawaii.  I could just see huge tidal waves.....beating against it.  The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared.  But I didn't see anybody going into the sea.  I seemed way around the globe.  More flooding.  Is the world going to be drenched?  Constaninople, Black Sea rising.  Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up.  SICILY.....she doesn't hold.  I could see a map.  Mt. Etna is shaking.  A lot of this area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later.  
     I wasn't sure of time now.  ENGLAND.....huge floods - but no tidal waves.  Water, water everywhere, but no one going into the sea.  People were frightened and crying.  Some places they fell in the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world.  I didn't know the English were emotional.  Ireland, Scotland - all kinds of churches were crowded - it seemed night and day.  People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado - maybe all of it, even Utah.  
     Everybody was crying - most of them didn't even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin.  Like one family.  Like it happened to them.  NEW YORK was coming into view - she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up.  Here, things were different.  People were running in the streets yelling - "end of the world."  Kids ran into restuarants and ate everything in sight.  I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes.  Fifth Avenue - everybody running.  Some radio blasting from a loud speaker that in a few minutes, power might be shut off.  They must control themselves.  Five girls were running like mad toward the Y.W.C.A., that place on Lexington or somewhere.  They ran like they were scared to death.  BUT NOTHING WAS HAPPENING IN NEW YORK.  I saw an old lady with garbage cans, filling them with water.  Everybody seemed scared to death.  Some people looked dazed.  The streets seemed filled with loud speakers.  It wasn't daylight.  It was night.  I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvy.  Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas - shortage of oil.  People seemed to be looting markets.  
     Oregon, Washington, The Dakotas, Missouri, Minnesota, Canada
     I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not scared.  Especially the rural areas.  Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened.  People seemed headed for these places some on foot, some in cars (that still had fuel).  I heard - or somehow I knew - that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up.  A lot of land.  I was getting awful tired.  I wanted to wake up.  I wanted to go back to the girl - to know where she was - she and those two kids.  I found myself back in Hollywood - and it was still 4:29.  I wasn't on Big Bear then - I was perched over Hollywood.  I was just there.  It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.  
     T.V., Radio, Ham Operators
     I could hear now.  I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out - telling people not to panic.  They were dying in the streets.  There were picture stations with movies - some right in Hollywood - these were carrying on, with all the shaking.  One fellow (in the picture (TV) station was a little short guy who should have been scared to death.  But he wasn't.  He kept shouting and reading instructions.  Something about helicopters or planes would go over - some kind of planes - but I knew they couldn't  
     Things were happening in the atmosphere.  The waves were rushing up now.  Waves.  Such waves.  Nightmare waves.  Then, I saw again Boulder Dam, going down.....pushing together, pushing together breaking apart - No, Grand Canyone was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart, it was still daylight.   All of these radio stations went off at the same time - Boulder Dam had broken.  I wondered how everybody would know about it - people back east.  That was when I saw the "ham" radio operators."  I saw them in the oddest places, as if I were right there with them.  Like the little guy with glasses.  They kept sounding the alarm.  One kept saying: "This is California.  We are going into the sea.  This is California.  We are going into the sea.  Get to the high places.  Get to the mountains.  All states west - This is California.  We are going into the - We are going into the'  I thought he was going to say "sea."  But I could see him.  He was inland, but the waters had come in.  His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say, "This is California we are going into the sea.  This is California we are going into the sea."  I seemed to hear this over and over, for what seemed hours - just those words.  
     They kept it up until the last minute - all of them - calling out "Get to the mountains - This is California - We are going into the sea."  I woke up.  It didn't seem as if I had been dreaming.  I have never been so tired.  For a minute or two, I thought it had happened.  I wondered about two things.  I hadn't seen all what happened to Fresno (his home) and I hadn't found out what happened to that girl.  I've been thinking about it all morning.  I'm going home tomorrow.  It was just a dream.  Nothing more.  
     Nobody in the future on Hollywood Blvd is going to be wearing earrings - and those beards.  Nothing like that is ever going to happen.  That girl was so real to me - the girl with those two kids.  It won't ever happen - but if it did how could I tell her (maybe she isn't even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins - and she can't be on the Blvd that day.  She was so real.  
     The other thing - those ham operators - hanging on like that - over and over - saying the same thing: "This is Californa.  We are going into the sea.  This is California.  We are going into the sea.  Get to the mountains.  Get to the hilltops.  California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah.  This is California.  We are going into the sea."  I guess I'll hear that for days.
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     This vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering from a brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937.  Previously published in "California Superquake 1975-1977?" written by Paul James.  Again published in "When the Comet Runs" by Tom Kay, 1997.
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My Person Comments
     The preceding article was copied word for word exactly as I received it, even to the bold face print, the words which are capitalized, and the punctuation (or lack of it).  
     I have repeatedly read this article.  In view of the time in which we are living, and the two major earthquakes which occurred in California last week, I felt that this article needed to be shared again with our readers, a number of whom presently live in California.  
     I DO NOT KNOW whether this earthquake described by Joe Brandt will take place before the Tribulation begins, or during the Tribulation.  But I certainly do believe it will take place exactly as described, and I further believe it will be the beginninf of the destruction of America.  .  
      I do know that our merciful God always forewarns His people.  Take heed!  Pray earnestly for God's guidance, and move as you are convicted that the Lord is leading.  
     AND HURRY!  Time is running out on this present evil world, and our Lord is coming very SOON.  Pray and witness to your lost loved ones like never before, for when the Lord comes to rapture His believing people to glory, it will be too late for your unsaved loved ones.  
      Feel free to share this study with others as you feel the Lord is leading.  God bless and guide every reader is my prayer.
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     My personal contact information:
POSTAL.....Pastor F. M. Riley, 14275 Co. Rd. 8120, Rolla, MO 65401
EMAIL.......francismriley34@gmail.com
PHONE.....573-202-6493
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