Visions from beyond; living in a supernatural state
I have about 50 visions a week; most are Christian oriented but not necessarily following the standard boundaries of Christianity. It helps to read these with an open mind. This is a small sample as many visions are too brief to mention or to even remember. These are from a wake state. None of these are dreams.
Warning: Some mention of dark energy and apocalyptic events; may be disturbing!
210504 There was a dark land, and upon it, an old dried up well, but there were feelings of anticipation and excitement because that was all going to change soon, and the well would gush with water. I saw lightening or fireworks in the air over the land and the voices tossed out sayings like: The Truth is coming, the Light is coming. Jesus speaks the words of God. Then I saw a woman with dark brown hair. She was quite attractive and my thoughts spilled so she could read them, and she said something like, I'm not here to see you. I responded, I know, you are here to cross over. Go ahead and use the light. I could feel the presence of the Light. Then, there was an image of myself; I had a long sword in a sheath in my hands. I raised it up and handed it to Jesus, and said, take this pride and self-importance from me. I saw Jesus, from the elbows down, much white radiance. He took the sword from me and left. A voice said, there, now you can move forward without that. I immediately replied, there will be a stack of swords before I leave here, and I pushed an image to him of a heaping pile of swords upon the ground. In addition to the parable of the sword being a sin, this imagery also projects that the battle to come will not be with weapons, such as swords, but a spiritual battle that comes with protections from prayers and words from the soul.
210418 During church this morning, I received a spiritual message that I needed to drive to Minneapolis. As soon as I got home, I grabbed a few things (a Bible, a Rosary and Holy Water) and hit the road. As I drove, I had a vision of myself standing and praying near tall buildings, and there were lots of pigeons near where I stood. There also was an evil presence in the area and it was my intent to remove it. Similar to the Bible story of Jesus removing the demon from a man and the legion of demons asking to go into the pigs, in my vision, the demons asked to go into the pigeons. And when they did, all of the pigeons flew into the side of one of the tall buildings, killing themselves. I arrived in Minneapolis and drove around. I stopped and talked to a few Soldiers on State Active Duty in town for the George Floyd case, then walked around and visited with a few of the locals on the streets. I eventually headed back to the car. In the process of trying to find my way back out of town, I drove by the fenced in courthouse (completely by accident). I took a right and one block away, there was this large parking lot with tall buildings on three sides, and this somewhat aged parking lot was filled with no less than a hundred pigeons. I immediately pulled over and began to pray. No, not a single pigeon flew into a building, but it was a remarkable coincidence.
210413 Five older women with stern faces were sitting at a table (sitting all on one side and facing toward me as if they were on a board and I was there for an interview). They came across to me as overseers of the downtown Minneapolis area, where I had traveled earlier that day. I had a feeling they had something to do with the recent deaths in the area. Were these spirits that had not crossed over involved in a vigilante justice to men who threatened, hurt, abused or robbed women in the Minneapolis area? Were they capable of causing a death from the supernatural realm by getting into the mind of a human? This was not the first time that such groups of souls have visited me when I traveled to or through their area (hub). Many of these groups of souls that have died but have not crossed over exist around the world, and they work through the living in ways we can not imagine.
210401 After praying the Chaplet of Divine Mercy after lunch, I meditated for 25 minutes. I saw a man with a long beard (St. Peter?) moving through the rubble of an (earthquake?). The sky was overcast and the ground rumbled. His feet did not touch the ground. He made his way to a large grassy field at the edge of the rubble. Soon people began to appear in the grassy clearing. As they appeared, they would kneel and pray; hundreds of them. Then suddenly many of them disappeared. As soon they left, more people appeared, many more, and they kneeled and prayed, and then disappeared as well. I had a thought that it was located in Tennessee. I associated this vision with the rapture. (Things I found out via synchronicities after this vision: Other than the West Coast, Western Tennessee is centered on the largest earthquake zone in the United States. Tennessee also is the birthplace of the atomic bomb that was used in WWII to end the war with Japan, AND that same location is one of two major sites in the world currently developing a powerful particle accelerator which reproduces conditions similar to those after the Big Bang. I don't mean to frighten anyone, but unbeknownst to all this, I had scheduled our summer vacation to be in Tennessee in the month of June. Yikes!!!)
In this same meditation, I saw two nude men, on the ground and writhing in pain as they slithered and slipped in a grey pit of (hot mud?). I associated this vision with Purgatory.
210328 Around 3 AM I woke. While laying in bed, I saw a large trolley pull up. A man called out, so you're the ghost buster. I'm Dave T. (I leave last names out for anonymity for the family's sake). I facilitated a crossover for him to leave.
210322 I woke during the night, and I saw a young lad on the porch of a hotel dated between the late 1800s and the 1920s. He wore a flat-top newsboy hat and loose clothing. He was walking to and fro amid the large wooden pillars. He appeared content but I could tell he was waiting for someone. I immediately sent thoughts to him to encourage him to cross, telling him that his family had crossed some time ago. His image faded.
210320 Sometime in the morning, I woke and began to ponder the recent silence of God in my life (maybe only a week)…when I received a message to just pray to God, and not for every person or topic that I could think of, as I usually do. So I said, God, I am just going to pray, and let you place the prayers where they are needed. I kicked off with an Our Father, and immediately I was brought into a vision of a living Stations of the Cross. As I prayed each prayer, I saw Jesus alive and experiencing those stations all the way through to his Resurrection, until he was seated next to God in the Heavens. Then I saw a three-tiered fountain made of stone but instead of water, there were ruby colored rocks in it. I heard the words, Divine Redemption (God's deliverance of mankind from the evil of sin and His restoration of man to a state of grace). Then a number of images went by so fast, they were hard to remember. Then I heard the word, Expiation (The act of making amends or reparations for sin). Then I saw a long white rope, like tape, and it stretched down the street for a long ways. The back drop was an ancient community with buildings made of (stone?); the buildings, the roads and the roof tops were all the same color. Someone called out, and I knew they were talking to me. They said, "You will be one of the last ones." Then there was a callout for tea with Jesus. There was a cup floating in front of me, made of clay. I was mesmerized by it and just stared at it, then it was gone. Tea time was done. A piece of paper appeared in front of me. It had a name on it. Someone said, she is from Argentina; you will be working with her. Then I was back to looking at the wall in my bedroom. The vision was over.
210217 I saw tall hills covered with large boulders. Something fell from the sky and hit a peak near me, and the top of the peak collapsed and rolled down the hill in a landslide. Beneath it was a tunnel that went deep into the earth. The vision jumped to an image of me standing near a cross in the front of a church. I was told to put my hand on the cross, and when I did, there was an image of Jesus on the cross as he was dying. I felt horrible about seeing Him that way and asked Jesus to show his resurrected body with his heart shining the Light, and He did. I heard a gasp and realized there were people in the church, and as I looked back at them, the people were dropping to their knees and were calling out to God with praise and love. Then my right hand rose (to bless those people in the church?), and as my hand motioned the sign of the cross, it created a cross of fire in front of me.
210213 Close to falling asleep, I saw the face of a man with a large bushy mustache. He flew by my face as if he was inside an orb, like you might see orbs in videos. I asked, who are you? No response. Then I thought to ask: If you are a spirit that is stuck here on earth, touch my right arm. If you are a spirit that is stuck in a purgatory-like environment, touch my left arm. I immediately felt two sharp pains/pinches in my left arm. So I said, you must need prayer. I prayed for him and haven't heard from him since.
210209 Later in the morning, I had an urge to pray the rosary. It was the first time in many years. When I finished, I meditated and immediately had a vision. We had traveled in our van to a location where some type of major event had occurred. It was morning, and I stepped out of the van to see a large group of people, over a thousand, had gathered in this grassy field, and they were praying. There were so many people that their faces were a blur. But, as I scanned the crowd, there was one face that stood out from all the rest. This woman's face was clear as could be and beautiful as a rose. She was there praying with everyone else. It was the Holy Mother Mary. Seeing her brought tears to my eyes.
210207 There was so much imagery during this restless night but the vision that stood out the most was an image of the Statue of Liberty. The arm of the statue was Jesus stretched out, and the torch was the throne of God.
210121 Before bed, these words came to me: It's not over. What's yet to come will cause more fear. For those with fear, pick up your faith stick and follow Jesus. With these words, there was a clear image of an older man trudging along with a walking stick heading up a grassy hill.