Vision: Fish and Ships

 

Vision: Fish and Ships

28^th February 2014

I saw fish swimming in their normal habitat. Suddenly, there was an earthquake under the ocean.

A fountain of sand and oil rose up from the sea bed and obscured visibility. The sea bed shifted/ churned and all beneath was in chaos; the sea divided into several sections.  The submarine earthquake had caused absolute pandemonium underwater.

I saw fish that naturally swam in the coldest of waters, thrown into climes that were complete opposite to that which they were accustomed to. Every type of fish found itself in a contrary environment.

The fish were perplexed by the sudden change. They swam around frantically but could not find suitable food.

Vision: The Gunny Sacks

Vision: The Gunny Sacks

25^th February 2014

I saw this vision on 20^th February 2014.

It was decision-making time.

God fearing men and women were individually crying out loud to the Lord, seeking to know if they should leave the heat-stricken environment they were in.

In the past, on the direction of the Lord, these God lovers had obediently moved from two different places they had long resided in, and never looked back. One word from the Lord, and they had departed both places, and cared not for the assets, works, properties, relationships that they had left behind.

The Lord had then led them to this third location. When they had arrived here, the climate had been temperate. Then little by little, their enemies, challengers, and people they would have expected better from, began to create unbearable circumstances. This was done to pressure these God lovers to hurriedly make several decisions on varied matters, all at once.

These God fearing folk smiled. There was only one decision to make. They would move.

They had moved twice before and were ready to forsake all and move the third time. They looked around and saw nothing but carnality. They praised God they were not bound by anything and were willing to do the noble thing; even if it meant that they were to leave behind assets, work, properties, relationships………everything, again, for the third time, for the love of the Lord.

Yes, that’s what they would do.

They ran home, packed a few basic belongings, and slung the bags over their shoulders and without informing anyone, they left through the back door.

As they walked away from their homes, they jumped, they whirled, they flung their arms in the arm and proclaimed to the world at large, “There! That’s my decision. I’m outta here.”

They felt a momentary high as they walked away but then they came to a standstill. Their feet seemed reluctant to move one step further.

They remembered that they had not sought the Lord.

Vision: The Suitcases

 

Vision: The Suitcases

24^th February 2014

This vision was seen late December 2013.

I saw a large inter-city railway terminus. All the platforms looked three times longer than normal railway platforms; positioned in various places on the platform were four porters, waiting expectantly for the due train.

In a flash several trains arrived and vanished. There were no passengers in the trains, nor any waiting on any of the other railway platforms.

In the twinkling of an eye, these trains appeared, dumped a massive number of suitcases onto the platform and vanished.

All the suitcases strewn along the platform looked identical. They were large vintage tan leather suitcases with wooden trims. Strangely, not a single one had a handle or strap or any place where one could hold, or grip it, to carry it.

Trains arrived and vanished at great speed. Soon the platform was strewn with stacks of these vintage tan leather suitcases. The porters stood perplexed. They did not have enough luggage carts or trolleys to carry these many suitcases, and in the absence of handles or straps, or wheels, they did they know how they could lift such heavy bags and load them onto the few baggage carts that they did have. They could see that lifting even one such bag could break their backs.

The porters were puzzled. Carrying these many handle-less bags looked beyond their job description, so though they continued to stare at the suitcases, they stepped back and did not touch any of them.

I understood that each of these four porters was equipped to handle grave matters.

So why had these porters been waiting for these trains and the luggage, if they were not to touch any of these?

Vision: The Two Cars

Vision: The Two Cars

23^rd February 2014

According to my notes,  I saw this first as a vision flash, a few days before 11th January 2007. 

On 22^nd February 2014, I was shown it again, but now in greater detail.

I saw a long road, divided by a median barrier, and it had three lanes on either side. Each side had one moving car. I saw no other traffic. Both car drivers had been told to use their given vehicles, on this side of the road, and drive straight ahead.

Only one driver obeyed.

Vision: A Simple Instruction

Vision: A Simple Instruction

21^st February 2014

I saw a collage of housing estates, offices, public places from around the world. The inhabitants were going about their daily lives. Every group I saw lived in different time zones.

As they spent their day doing many of the meaningless routines that they had accumulated through the course of their religious lives, the people heard a Voice.

“Roll up your sleeves”.

Barely had that simple instruction been given, that these people world over were in an uproar. I heard protests rise from every direction.

Vision: Lackey Day

Vision: Lackey Day

19^th February 2014

I saw this vision late November 2013.

I saw multitudes making their way to what looked like an old Egyptian market-place.  These people had been instructed to go and work in a certain place, but when they saw the market salesmen  in the distance, waving colorful goods at them they immediately left the main road and began to walk towards that which they were looking at. They meandered into the bazaar lanes like idle drifters. A strange smell permeated the entire environment. Pick pockets surrounded these multitudes, hit them on their heads, robbed them and vanished.

After a while, the people rose to their feet.  They had no memory of either being robbed or being hit on the head. And by the time they had moved past the noisy shop keepers, and the boisterous crowd, and reached the main square, these people had completely forgotten where they had originally come from, where they were headed or who they were.

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• VISION: EAGLES AND THE ROPE February 17, 2014
• Vision: The Shipping Company February 16, 2014
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VISION: EAGLES AND THE ROPE

VISION: EAGLES AND 'THE ROPE'

17^TH February 2014

I saw this vision over a month ago.

A large number of people were travelling through the desert. At the very commencement of the crossing, they had understood that this was a time when they all had to pass through such a hostile environment, to get the other side.

Nonetheless, as they continued to trudge through this wasteland day after day, they could now only see vast endless stretches of sand, with not  a speck of land visible in the horizon.

NEXT

The people had continued trudging through this desert for quite some time now, and there was no end in sight.

This large group  had traveled so far, but now they seemed on the verge of giving up. They had limited food; how were they to ration it, they wondered, if they did not know how long they would remain in the desert. The people were sighing and appeared almost ready to faint not from lack of food or water, but from despair.

As these desert travelers glanced at their limited food and water supply, it was not that they were not grateful to God that thus far they had not lacked; but now the desperate question on every lip was, “How long, Lord, how long? Lord, how much longer in the desert? When will this desert end? How far are we from the end? Won't You Give us a sign Lord?”

As they walked on feeling weak and frail, they fell to their knees upon the sand, wanting to just lie down and die, when they all noticed something buried in the sand.

“What is it?” they asked one another.

“ It looks like a rope,” replied one of the diggers, as she and the others effortlessly pulled out what was only loosely buried in the sand.

“What kind of a sign is this? A long rope?”

Vision: The Shipping Company

Vision: The Shipping Company

16^th February 2014

Since last week I had continued to see this vision flash.

I had seen many people with their chins resting on their knees, waiting. They looked bored, disappointed, their eyes lowered, silent.

I did not know what they were waiting for. I noticed that they all had on beachwear, but not swimwear.

This morning, during my prayer time, as this vision scene flashed again, I wondered what these people were waiting for.

I was made to understand that those, whom these beach folk had trusted, had told them that their ships were coming in. They had run excitedly to the beach and sat there on the sand, waiting.

I was now shown the rest of the vision.

Though they could not see each other, these people were aware that there were others like them, waiting on this beach. They were all waiting for their ships to come in. Their eyes grew weary as they gazed continuously at the horizon. Not a bird stirred nor a ripple in the sea, all was silent, all was motionless.

Day after day, they sat idly by, waiting for these ships their trusted friends had assured would come in.  Idleness had become their close companion. The people did not even walk on the beach. They just sat there, staring; waiting for their ships to come in. None came in.

I saw that the people looked disheartened by the fruitless wait.

Vision: The Double Barrel Rifles

 

Vision: The Double Barrel Rifles

14^th February

I saw multitudes world over, on mountain tops and cliffs, lying on their stomachs, holding double barreled rifles. All the people were lain at the very edge, with their rifles positioned straight before them; the extra long, side by side double barrels were resting not on land, but in the air.

I saw that none of the rifles had scopes.

On one side, on mountain tops, I saw men and women with rifles. I noticed a man wearing a light brown shirt and he had on a Stetson cowboy hat. I saw that he was wearing brown boots with spurs. All wore light summer clothes, but none were wearing shorts. Further along on the other side, were cliffs where other men and women with rifles were positioned.

I understood that these people world over had lain in readiness with their rifles, prepared to shoot, but it appeared that for an extremely long time nothing suspicious had moved before their sight; nonetheless they waited patiently. The air was clear and silent. These people looked accustomed to waiting for long periods. Though none looked restless, yet they were most definitely, in expectation of shooting something, sometime.

To their absolute amazement, as the people lay there in patient silence, all the rifles' stocks suddenly vanished and the shooters were left holding only the bare double barrels. Everything except the double barrels vanished.

How could they shoot with something that now no more looked like a weapon?

World over the people looked puzzled at what they were left with. Just double barrels. What were they to do?

As they continued holding these double barrels, they noticed that the feel of it had changed. They no more felt like metal, but rather like rolled up charts. Suddenly as all of them unfurled these double barrel charts, everything around them changed. All the shooters and the charts disappeared.

Vision: Eagles and the Game Plan

 

Vision: Eagles and the Game Plan

6th February 2014

 

I saw a tall building. It had a large elevated driveway. The interiors and exteriors, driveways et al of this building were covered in colorful bathroom tiles. Nations around the world had contributed bathroom tiles in the construction of this building.

On the grounds, the floors and the walls, inner and outer, were inscribed board games such as chess, snakes and ladders, western games, eastern games, and international versions of the same games. On the higher floors were vast spaces for ball games. I saw baskets, nets, and all such sports equipment.  All outdoors games were played indoors.  The top-most floors housed areas for wrestling, boxing, fencing etc. The terrace was for speed car racing and games played with vehicles. In the centre of the terrace was a giant pillar upon which rested a rotating room. Housed here were those who played mind games with peoples and nations.

There were separate routes for religious games that finally amalgamated on one broad pathway.

There were terms and conditions upon which one could enter this building and it’s surrounding property. All who entered this building had to be game players. Winners of games on the ground floor advanced to the next sport, but to proceed to the higher floors one final secret condition had to be fulfilled by the players. The stakes were higher on the upper floors.

Those who repeatedly failed at the basic games, or refused to fulfill the secret condition, were flung out of small narrow slits in the wall which looked like windows common to public toilets.

Multitudes formed perennial queues outside. They yearned to be permanent resident players in the building. Some thought to go in and tolerate what they could of it and change whatever games system they could, to make it more equitable and profitable for all.

Circling this building on the outside were low-flying eagles.

These eagles had been named café eagles, as they loitered in cafes hoping to be noticed. To draw attention to themselves, they began reading the future from tea leaves, shadows, cracks in pavements, shape of cuticles, body art, graffiti on public walls. They could prognosticate everything, from anything.

These café eagles knew that they had better vision than all the non-eagle populace, but rather than put it to the use for which it was designed, they applied it to analyze threadbare, the frivolous and the ridiculous. From such bizarre analysis they predicted the future.

Every café eagle had this in common. All had left home before time, all were drop-outs, and all had not yielded to the basic eagle-discipline required of them.

They were older now, but not wiser. These café eagles still pranced around like they were in their early teens. They were as impetuous now as in the days of their first rebellion. Their immaturity was obvious.

The café eagles were now eyeing this bizarre looking tall building. They discussed with the gullible customers who gathered around their table, their seven- point plan to take over this building for the Lord, one floor at a time. “Some of our brave brethren have gone in, and not returned. This clearly means they are taking over parts of the building, we must go in and help them”.

Suddenly, they heard a series of thuds.

Visions

Vision: Eagles and the Cannons

Vision: The Path to Good Health

Vision: The White Ship

Vision: Eagles and the Cannons

Vision: Eagles and the Cannons

8^th February 2014

I saw eagles flying at a height, they had never flown before. They had been called to soar, to ascend higher than ever before, and when they reached that altitude, they were to be absolutely still. The eagles obeyed. Though their wings were widely spread, as if ready to move, the atmosphere in which they were was not conducive to flying but only to stillness. The eagles remained in this stillness, and could not remember how long they had been there, as they had lost all sense of time. Time did not seem to matter.

Vision: The Path to Good Health

 

Vision: The Path to Good Health

7^th February 2014

I saw this vision several months ago.

I saw two flocks of Sheep.

One flock of sheep were diligent, and the other lazy.

The diligent had been told to go to a certain place and follow the path; the sheep had been assured that there they would find and eat highly nutritious food, and suffer no deficiency. Rather than setting off immediately, they conferred one with another.

As the diligent stood conferring, instead of instantly moving, the lazy flock sneaked up and overheard the hard-working sheep talking about abundant food. Immediately, they decided to trail behind the diligent in their search for the certain place.

The industrious sheep were shocked to see the lazy ones follow them. “Why are you following us?” they asked.

“We have been called to the certain place too, you know!” a lazy sheep replied. They did not tell the diligent ones that they had overheard them as they stood conferring for hours, and that they were now copying their words.

The diligent ones were horrified, they wondered how these indolent sheep could have been called to graze with them in one pasture, and eat the same food?

Vision: The White Ship

 

Vision: The White Ship

9^th February 2014

 

I saw a ship in the middle of the ocean. It was all white, with not a dirt mark upon it. It was very elegant to look at. This white ship had one large funnel.

I observed that there was not a drop of drinking water in the ship.  I wondered where this ship would get it’s potable water from, as it was in the middle of the ocean, and there was no other sea traffic in sight, nor land in view, nor a lighthouse in the horizon.

The lone ship moved at an unhurried pace.

It was a bright sunny day, with clear blue skies, but suddenly, I witnessed a strange phenomenon.

Vision: Take and Break

 

Vision: Take and Break

5^th February 2014

I saw a colossal Hammer descend from the sky and it stopped at a certain height, mid-air.

Then I heard a Voice Say, “Take and break”.

I raised my arm towards the Hammer. I found that out of this gigantic Hammer, came a hammer the size I could handle.

I saw many go to this giant Hammer and receive from there a smaller one, just as I had done.

We had done the taking part, but now what were we going to be breaking?

Vision: Walking Clocks

Vision: Walking Clocks

4^th February 2014

I saw a path strewn with wall clocks, of different shapes, sizes, colors, and varied frames, quality, and cost.

I saw many legs, male and female, walking.  I was not shown their torso or faces.

These people had been walking on a clear path. But now, not having seen the varied clocks that strewed their path, their feet actually stepped into these wall clocks.

I heard no sound of clocks breaking or crushing under their feet, or any cry of pain or discomfort.  I saw that the clocks looked glued to the soles of their shoes.

I noticed that the moment these feet stepped into the clocks, the time stopped. Time did not move.

Vision: Face the Message

Vision: Face the Message

2^nd February 2014

I saw this vision a few days ago.

I saw these people facing daily drudgery, and now having zero expectation from the world around them, be it religious or other; these folk began to speak to the Lord, “Is this it? “They asked Him, “Is this really all there is ….?”

I saw that these  people were going about their daily routines, commuting the same route, participating in joyless activities, always pushed around by the crowds, now this way, now another.

Crowds crowds crowds.

Leaders spoke at them, salesmen spoke at them, and they didn't know the difference. No message or messenger spoke to them.

All day long they were faced with varied multitudes speaking on behalf of the Lord. These contradictory messages filled them with conflicting emotions. Some messages had thrust them into a flurry of short-lived excitement and activity. Other messages had so plunged them in doubt, despair and pessimism that to do anything at all caused them fear.

And now in this insufferable period of repetitious joylessness, they faced the drone of one more life-less message.

Suddenly, these people looked scared. They were momentarily overcome by a strange dread.

They began to wonder if this cheerlessness was going to be as a life sentence, they were condemned to serve? They spoke to the Lord. “Is this it? “They asked Him, “Is this really all there is ….?”

Deep within, these folk had hoped to hear a message that would uplift them, a message that would annihilate their spiraling cynicism. But now here they were, faced once again with the uninspiring and the uninspired.

And the people despaired. They asked God, “Lord, are we to face this every day?  Where’s the  message?”

All of a sudden, they heard the Reply, “Face the message”.