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 Why is that? Well I assume it is because they are all in bed No, the town does not feel abandoned; it is just asleep What is it asleep to? How do you mean? Vibrate your Eye and tell me 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 Is it a ghost town? 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 And what is the significance of the dark clouds? What is their significance? The town’s judgment is at hand And who will judge the town? 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 How many? I’d say a dozen or two How many? 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 Yes, they too are in their night shirts They know something has woken them up They are not sure if it is the thunder or some other sound But something is happening; this they know And they feel compelled to come and find out what And so they come At first a few, and then a few more And now there is a group of a dozen people who have assembled They are on the seaside of the street They have assembled by a pier under a streetlamp They take comfort in each other’s presence And they look at the sky and are aware, however dimly Of its special qualities tonight And they converse quietly among themselves And they are about to disperse and return to their homes When suddenly they are surrounded by angels And the people are frightened And the angels reassure them Do not fear Do not fear And the choice is presented to them Do they wish to ascend? And the people look at each other not comprehending What is this question they are being asked And the angels repeat their question Do you wish to ascend? And some of the individuals in the group wake up And remember their religious training Oh my God! Is the time at hand?! For truly they had not seen it coming No they had not But they step forward And yes they recognize the presences before them as angels And yes they will go with these angels And they do And others follow their examples and are also taken up But a few others are afraid They hold back They cling to the light post I see three of them clinging to the light post for dear life And I see the three look at each other and silently communicate No, we will stay here And so they do And the angels leave them to their fate And now the clouds receive the nod from Heaven And determinedly, decidedly They move inland from the ocean Until they are poised directly above the town And as if on cue All at once They empty themselves upon the town And the town is flooded It is completely flooded The street is now a river A river with a strong current moving from the town Out with great force to the sea And I see people being carried by the waters down the street And emptied into the sea Where they drown And I see bodies of people being carried by the waters And emptied into the sea Where they sink And when the storm has completed its work And all of the water has washed into the sea It is eerie For now, one can see the street again But no, there are no people left sleeping in this town All the ones who had ignored the angels’ call And that is most of them Are now in the sea, dead They are dead They are dead They are dead And the town is quiet once more And I look at and feel the town And truly it appears and feels no different than it had before A quiet town A town asleep Not quite a ghost town