Vision: The Electric Shock Salon

Vision: The Electric Shock Salon

20th July 2009

Around two years ago, I had seen this Shopping Mall, in a vision.

Today, I saw the Shopping Mall again. I saw that some changes had been made to the front and rear of the building.



The vision:　

In the midst of a desert was a Shopping Mall.

It was known as the 'Moll'. Outside the top of the building was a larger than life plastic cut out of a woman scantily clad in a lewd pose.

Everything about her looked lewd, vulgar and gaudy.

Inside the 'Moll' were different kinds of shops. One reminded me of VISION: THE SEER SUCKER SUIT.

There were tattoo and body piercing shops, fortune-telling shops, scented candles shops, perfumed anointing oils shops, book stores that  sold the latest bestsellers based on  visitations received by super apostles,  books on pretty angels sighted by super prophets , etc. Within the foyer were displayed the art work of wordsmiths. Reminded me of Vision: Wordsmith Avenue.

Another large banner just like the one that stretched across the outside of  the building, was hanging above the foyer.

It read:

"THE NEW EVANGELISTS-------introducing a new truth one shop at a time.................".

 

Now all the shops in the 'Moll' had been sold or rented and had been occupied.

Recently though, a few shopkeepers whose shops were on rental, ashamed of their wares, shut down these shops and moved out.

The owner of the 'Moll' complex was now on the look out for for new tenants.

The incoming  new tenants though, did not like to be identified or associated in any way with the majority of wares sold in the 'Moll'. So they rented several shops at the rear of the building. Their shops had a separate entrance accessible directly from the car park. This made the new tenants feel 'separate' from the rest of the 'Moll'. Their prim and proper, intellectual customers could by-pass the cut-out of the lewd woman, on the front of the Moll.

The new tenants had rented several units.

Several shops now knocked into one, the newly rented premises looked spacious.

The furbishing reminded me of an upmarket barber shop.

The chairs had several electrical devices plugged into a space under the left arm rest.

I understood that these electric devices would deliver electric shocks to customers who were looking for a new kind of high.

Under the right arm rest were other types of  fittings and attachments normally found in the Intensive Care units of hospitals.

Customers who visited T.E.S.S. ( i.e.The Electric Shock Salon) wanted to learn the bible in a shocking way. The front of the 'Moll' was occupied by shops that helped customers understand the bible solely and exclusively through their feelings and emotions. It enabled customers to form 'soul ties' with the dark and the mysterious.

T.E.S.S. on the other hand, was a place where people learnt ' new shocking truths' of the bible solely and exclusively through their intellect, by application of electric shock treatments, which delivered a 'shocking' perspective of Scripture nobody had thought of before.

This treatment helped the customers tie-up with intelligent and superior 'biblical' alien beings that inhabited the outer space.

'The shocking truth' of the bible could be learnt by a life long course of electric shocks, or the entire course was available in strong medicinal form which could be taken one time, intravenously. The basic concept was to 'revive the heart' of customers, through shocking treatments.

The staff at T.E.S.S. had defibrillators which delivered a large dose of Scripture verses to forcibly revive the heart.

To thaw the solidly frozen heart, customers were directed to breathe through tubes attached to a cylinder filled with greenhouse gases.

" But that......that's............greenhouse gases............global warming stuff......" protested a new customer, " how can that melt my frozen heart?"

" Greenhouse gases cause ice to melt. This dose of greenhouse gases will cause the ice in your heart to melt, and revive you, and restore a regular heartbeat," explained a T.E.S.S. expert.

The customers who frequented the shops on the front-side of the Moll, hated reading the bible, and all the goods and treatment they bought in the shops, helped them understand the bible truths without ever having to read or examine the bible.

But the customers of T.E.S.S. were different. They'd read the bible cover to cover and found the simple reading of some Scriptures too simple.

Their intellect could not be fed by a plain reading of the bible text. They wanted the Scripture that was plain to read and understand, made into something that would titillate their intellects.  they were looking for a new angle. They wanted to introduce their minds to alternative possible scenarios of Scripture that otherwise,  read too plainly. They wanted to think the unthinkable.

Only T.E.S.S. had the infrastructure and equipment to massage and feed the intellect.

I saw that the buyers in the front-side shops were laughing, rolling and slithering on the floor as snakes, exposing their nakedness.

At the rear end of the Moll, the customers at T.E.S.S. looked different.

At the completion of treatment select customers who had responded favorably to the treatment, attended a convocation in a large banquet hall located on the left of this vast shop. Whilst some select buyers wore flowing robes and received their doctorates, others chose to look like scientists and these received Nabal prizes. They were applauded by the attending intelligentsia.

The Nabal prizes were given to those who had taken a portion of Scripture that was plain to understand to begin with, and produced an intellectual shocker of a thesis from it. These theses, the Nabal prize winners sold back to T.E.S.S., for shocking new customers.

I saw that  there were customers there who never made it to the awards function.

I saw several customers, slouched on their chairs, faces with burn marks, their hair standing on end from the electric shocks they had received, their clothes had burned from the fire, sparked by the shocks, and now what remained of their raiment looked like Hawaiian grass skirts.

Their arms were severely bruised and looked like those of a hard core drug addict.

I heard some muttering deliriously, " this electric shock has awoken me to a new truth...........there is no God.........to think.........I came in here believing there is God..................what a flawed, self-contradictory book that bible is............"

I saw that the 'Moll' lacked no customers. There was a continual flow of buyers. Whatever the potential customers had believed about the Word of God, prior to entering the Moll, no matter which shop they visited those to the front or the rear, all would conclude at the end of their shopping spree and sessions that the Bible was just a book of unconvincing stories, that needed padding with a 'new truth'.

I saw that world over, these 'New Evangelists' had set up 'Molls', and were flourishing.

Many who had once known and tasted the truth, now years later, were dissatisfied. They  found that God 'was taking too long to answer them'. On page 3 of the newspapers they now read, were full page advertisements of the Moll.

Now hungering for 'excitement',  they rushed to the  ATM, to withdraw all their life savings, to splurge  in the 'Moll'.

Bombay-India

Swarna Jha