A Town Asleep - The Coming Times

The Coming Times

A Town Asleep

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 f

or 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 a

nd 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

hat 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

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

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

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