The Coming Times ^TM

A Town Asleep - October 3, 2005

   

Spirit	What do you see
Scribe	My Mother on the park bench, she’s leaned slightly forward
	Slightly hunched over
Spirit	Go to her
Scribe	Yes Ma’am
	She’s rocking slightly back and forth
	She looks up at me
	There are tears in her eyes
Mary	Good morning
	Thank you for arising for me
	Please, sit down next to me my child
	Sit down next to me
Scribe	And I do
	And yes she holds the globe out for me to look at
Mary	Look
	Look and see what is
	Look and see what is
Scribe	And so I peer into the globe
	And it gets bigger!
	It is as large as the actual Earth
	And I am within its sky
	And the sky is dark with rolling clouds
	I am hearing thunder
	And I feel myself float within the clouds
	It is almost as though I am floating on the ocean
	And I expect to land, to have landed by now
	But the clouds are so dense that I am still carried by them
	I am still within them
	It is dark
	I look around and it is dark grey
	I cannot see very far due to the darkness
	But the clouds are large and yes they are ominous
	Though I feel safe within their arms
	And now I begin to feel myself gently lowered
	Layer by layer
	Until I am at the Earth’s surface level
	And I cannot tell if I am on the ocean or on the land
	For it is too dark to see
	And the clouds are too heavily laden with moisture
	For me to feel the difference
	Ah yes I must be on land for I am walking
	And I walk inland
	I had been at the shore
	And I walk inland toward the seaside village
	It is not quite dawn yet
	The town is quiet; it is asleep
	The streetlamps are lit
	I walk down the sidewalk
	Past the quiet shops
	There is no one else on this street
Spirit	Why is that
Scribe	Well I assume it is because they are all in bed
	No, the town does not feel abandoned; it is just asleep
Spirit	What is it asleep to
Scribe	How do you mean
Spirit	Vibrate your Eye
	And tell me
Scribe	It is asleep to itself
	The town has not awakened
	Its inhabitants are not in an awakened state
	Even when physically awake, they are psychically and spiritually asleep
	They are not aware of their own reality
Spirit	Is it a ghost town
Scribe	It could almost be
	Its residents have consciousness of their physical selves
	But that is as far as their consciousness goes
	And even that awareness is limited
	For they are not understanding the significance of the dark clouds
	That envelop the town
Spirit	And what is the significance of the dark clouds
	What is their significance
Scribe	The town’s judgment is at hand
Spirit	And who will judge the town
Scribe	I am seeing angels
	They are blowing their trumpets
	And they wait and watch to see who will respond
	And I see a few individuals, quite a few actually
Spirit	How many
Scribe	I’d say a dozen or two
Spirit	How many
Scribe	It’s less than a dozen; it’s actually only six
	Six individuals have responded to the call of the trumpets
	And they come walking down the middle of the street in their nightshirts
	They cross the street that divides the town from the seashore
	And they are at the seashore and they look at the sky and they marvel
	For they see how awesome the clouds are
	How majestic and noble
	They sense the presence of the clouds; they sense their essence
	And yes they continue to behold the sky
	And they see streaks of light
	And at first they think they are seeing lighting
	But it is the angels with the trumpets that they are seeing
	And the angels alight upon Earth and face the earthlings
	And invite them to Heaven
	The human is free to say yea or nay
	All six individuals agree
	And they are taken up by the angels to the Father’s throne in Heaven
	And the town continues to sleep
	And the clouds start rumbling
	The waves of the clouds, their motion increases
	And a second time, the angels sound the trumpets
	And this time I see children running down the street
	They too are in their nightshirts
	I would say there are close to 30 children Who come running down the street
	They are laughing delightedly; they are not afraid
	They think that they are dreaming and so they are not at all afraid
	And when the angels ask them, they eagerly nod their heads yes!
	This is exciting!  It is an adventure!  They are enjoying this dream!
	And the angels gently carry the children Up to the Father’s throne in Heaven
	And now lightning streaks across the sky
	And thunder is heard
	The clouds roll even faster
	And descend even lower upon the town
	And the angels sound the trumpets a third time
	And now I see people walking down the street sleepily
	Rubbing their eyes to wake up