This post is about a dream that I had back in 2004, somewhere between September and October.  This was a dream, but it was no ordinary dream because it was long, vivid, prophetic, astronomical, astrological, heavenly and definitely divine, and it felt like I was really there. 

It began when I was suddenly outside around 12 am, alone in the middle of the street when an invisible person approached and called me by my nick name and said with excitement: “Hey Anne, I got something to show you.”  I responded in like manner, “Okay.”  He took me by the hand and up in the air we went like characters from a superhero movie.  I saw the roof tops of houses, and the next thing I knew we were deep in outer space, where everything was relative in size. 

The planets were strikingly beautiful, of all different colors ranging in sizes from golf ball to extra-large beach ball and perfectly interspersed against the backdrop of blue/black sky with shining twinkling white stars.  It was very beautiful, and I could now see the silhouette of the one who took me up there and he was looking back at me as I was marveling in the moment and saying out loud, “Wow, this is amazing! Absolutely beautiful; I always wanted to see what it looked like up here!”

I couldn’t get enough of the sheer beauty surrounding us, breathtaking, otherworldly beauty and we’re moving through swiftly and seemingly in real time, but it has to be a dream, I know it’s a dream, but this is no ordinary dream. We are in a perfect universe seamlessly bound together by stars and planets against deep space in vivid color. But just when I was really taking it all in, gazing in awe with every passing planet, suddenly and without warning, we landed onto a round platform, suspended in nothingness. It was there, right in front of us, this massive void, endless and darker than darkness itself. There was no horizon, no shimmer, no hint of light—except for the faint glow radiating from us. Thick ropes seemed to border the outer edge of the platform, separating creation from eternal darkness, perhaps a reminder of the deep void from which the Word of God brought forth His beautiful creation!

As I looked straight ahead at the void I couldn’t help feeling sudden disappointment after the beautiful sight-seeing adventure I had just been on, and we stop, here? Well I don’t see anything except something so dark it seemed spiritual. I didn’t like this at all, a place where light had never, ever existed. My heart sank. Compared to the wonders we’d seen on the ascent, this felt almost like a betrayal. My voice quipped in disappointment when I said, “There ain’t nothing up here.” “Yes, it is,” he replied, calmly. Then he pressed his index finger to his cheek and said, “Hmmm, let me see.” I stared at him, baffled. “You don’t know where you’re going.” I said. “Yes, I do,” he answered, unwavering. Panic began to come over me. “You got us lost up here.” “No, I didn’t,” he said again, firmly. Then, without warning, he let go of my hand. I screamed loud, and, quickly grabbing my hand again, “I got you,” he said.

But something had changed. His outline sharpened, no longer just a silhouette. He wore a flowing cream-colored robe and a head wrap, the kind worn by travelers of old. Yet now, impossibly, he stood across the platform, not beside me, but he was watching and studying me, as if trying to decide whether I was the one he was supposed to bring.

I lowered my head feeling completely embarrassed. I had screamed. I had doubted. And now I was sure I shouldn’t have. After a minute or so of him staring me down, he finally grabbed my hand again. “Come on, it’s this way.” he said. We turned right and ran about thirty feet before stopping at an opening, to the right where heavy, ivory-colored fabric hung like drapes. He looked at me and said, “When we go in here, you have to run.” “Okay,” I replied. He repeated it—same words, making sure I understood with certainty. I said it again, “Okay,” wondering why he said it twice.

Then, all at once, he yanked the fabric down, grabbed my hand, and we took off running into what felt like a tunnel. “Run!” he shouted, and I did, pushing myself to keep pace. I could hear our footsteps hitting against solid ground, echoing through the narrow space that stretched maybe twenty or thirty feet.

He kept urging me to run, his voice sharp and steady, until I could see light at the end. Just before we broke through, I risked a glance back and saw only clouds and the night sky rolling in on us fast from both sides. I lunged forward, nearly tripping, and falling into a space that looked strangely staged, as if it had been set up for us to arrive.

The tunnel closed instantly as if nothing was ever there. He let go of my hand immediately and turned right. His figure was now a silhouette and he began walking straight ahead without waiting for me. I quickly steadied myself and followed slowly behind, trying to take in my surroundings, searching for any clues about where we were.

He walked steadily, his head tilted upward, completely focused on something only he could see. The path in front of us stretched about sixty feet, and I was about twenty feet behind him, watching carefully. That’s when I heard someone speaking. “I was going to stand there,” one voice said. “Here, stand over there,” came the reply. Then a third voice interrupted, its tone urgent and low: “Shhh, here she comes.” By this point, the one who had led me here was standing at the end of the path, still staring upwards, speaking inaudibly and gesturing with his hands as if explaining something to someone that I couldn’t see. It was as though he was deep in conversation with the air itself.

To his right, I noticed a very tall, narrow door, with light shining brightly around the perimeter. The light surround made its outline clear. There was no mistaking it: it was a door. But my attention quickly shifted to my right, eager to figure out who had been speaking. I looked around, expecting to find someone, but there was no one. Okay, alright, I thought. What is going on here? “Now I heard somebody talking,” I said out loud, half-questioning, half-stating the obvious.

That’s when I noticed what appeared to be large, strange looking lights. They were all different shapes and sizes, their brightness somewhere between a 40 and 60-watt bulb. They appeared to be sunkened and arranged in what looked like an orchestra pit. They didn’t flicker or move, they were just there, as still as a landscape but it felt as though they were alive and watching me. But how? What were they?

Curiosity drew me closer. I approached the one that resembled a cone or sphere, leaning in to examine it closely. “What is this?” I muttered, more to myself than anything. And then, without warning, I saw him—a being, teal in color, my favorite color. He is inside the light! The moment our eyes met, his expression shifted from sheer fright to almost a silent conceding that he knew I’d seen him. He lowered his head, as if greeting me. But as he did, the light that encapsulated him, also bent with him, in perfect unison.

A strong chill instantly ran up my spine that was so intense that all I could think was how fast can I move away from them. I found myself nervously smiling, instinctively and slowly stepping backward. My hand reached out behind me, searching for the one who had brought me up there hoping he would grab my hand again, desperate for some reassurance that I was safe. I used to think spine chills were just a metaphor. Now, I know they are real! That was the first and only time I’ve ever felt one.

I quickly turned and ran toward the one who had brought me up there. When I caught up to him, he stepped aside to the right. I moved into the spot where he had been standing and noticed something—a tall, black iron gate, almost like a dimensional gate.

I started to turn toward the one who brought me up there when I suddenly saw movement. Instinctively, I quickly turned back to look to see what had moved. When I looked closer, I noticed massive feet, ankles, then legs, all in heavy armor. I kept looking up… and up… and up, until I finally saw a giant peering down at me with a smile.

I glanced at his right hand, fully expecting to see a sword. But he raised his arm high, all the way through another upper layer of clouds, almost as if to show me that he understood my thoughts. There was nothing in his hand. And he wasn’t just tall—he was huge. And not just huge—he was gigantic! He was very, very tall, and wide – massively big! His very being is clearly one of an angelic warrior!

The giant shifted suddenly to my right in a woosh sound revealing a vast sea of clouds. In the far-off distance, I noticed movement—subtle, almost imperceptible at first, but it was there, a figure standing upon a cloud that was moving methodically, drawing closer and closer. He was taking His time seemingly not to scare me. But the closer He got, a wave of anxiousness washed over me. I could feel his presence. By the time he was about 200 feet away, I found myself speaking aloud almost whispering, “Somebody’s coming.” But no one answered. He would move forward a little, then pause; move forward a little, then pause again—with each approach I see someone clearer and clearer who is both awe-inspiring and intimidating. His presence was one that commanded both reverence and fear.

At last, He drew within forty feet and stopped. A profound stillness fell over me as my eyes fixed on His. His hair, pure white, shimmered like spun light, framing a face both sharp and timeless in its distinction. Yet it was His gaze that truly captivated me—eyes that seemed to pierce right through my flesh and thought alike, reaching into the very core of my being. I could scarcely breathe, suspended between awe and fear.

Through my peripheral vision, I see He has a golden scepter in His hand, a robe of radiant white that glowed as though woven from the fabric of the heavens themselves. Then, instead of coming directly toward me, he shifted to his left—my right—and continued into a path of an arched portica, each arch fully illuminated with a soft, heavenly glow. He continued to look at me as He moved through each arch of a celestial Temple. When He neared the end of the pathway, He stopped. He was smiling, His features were very distinct. Then in a sudden fluid motion, He glanced down quickly at his chest, then back up, as if signaling something beyond the moment. My gaze instinctively followed His, looking at his chest and back up to meet his eyes again. It was then I noticed—the Ephod. The garment He wore, sacred and ancient, shimmering with divine meaning. I had learned about the Ephod before, in another spiritual experience years earlier, and it resonated with me now in a way I could not fully understand. In my peripheral I also believe I see the sacred heart of Jesus. But the presence of the Ephod, like everything else about Him, was unmistakable—a connection to someone greater, someone eternal. He kept his gaze fixed on me, his smile continued yet his eyes conveyed an immediate seriousness that was hard to ignore. Gradually, he moved a little closer, then a bit more as though to silently signal that he was approaching.

All at once, He was right there about 3ft in front of me and I tried to look at Him and just couldn’t, it was unsustainable as He was right in front of me and looking straight at me. All the energy I had in my body left in an instant, and I’m not sure how I was even still standing. Uncontrollably, my head just dropped down to my chest, but my eyes were somewhat open.  He stood there for at least a full minute looking at me, before moving past me. I felt a sustained approximately 20 mph wind that was moving with him. 

Through my peripheral, I see that He said something to the giant that I couldn’t hear.  While the giant remained standing to my right, something extraordinary happened—he came out of himself! His form turned entirely gray, head to toe, and he began shaking all over before moving swiftly back into his body. In that instant, a feeling of indescribable joy, peace, and total relaxation swept over me unlike anything I had ever felt before! All the fear was completely gone! I was consumed in complete and perfect peace, with a sense of absolute protection so profound I could have remained there forever and was prepared to do just that!

Just then, the one who had brought me to this place started to motion his hand excitedly. “Come on, come on! It’s over here.” he called. But I only stared back at him, thinking, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. I feel so good right now I can’t imagine moving from this spot.

Then I looked up at the giant and saw he was looking down at me, smiling. With a gentle nod, he signaled for me to follow. My heart sank with disappointment—I wanted nothing more than to remain in that place of peace—but I knew I had to go, I just didn’t know how. Summoning all the strength deep within me, I tore myself away and ran toward the one who had led me there. He then reached into black space and opened a door, pulling it towards him and backing up while motioning like a perfect gentleman for me to enter. 

As I reached the threshold and looked in, I gasped, placing both hands on my face at the sight of the most beautiful, majestic looking white winged horses. Their coats flowed flawlessly in what appeared to be soft, wavy layers, plush and radiant, and they were adorned in rich red velvet, trimmed with pure gold. These horses looked good, and they knew it. I couldn’t hold back my excitement. “Look at these horses—they’re beautiful!” I exclaimed. They were truly breathtaking. Their front hooves were raised, poised as if ready to strike, yet they remained perfectly still—focused, steadfast, and filled with a sense of purpose, as though they were waiting for a moment only they knew was coming.

I walked up to one of the horses and took a closer look. Its eyes were strange—dark like the night sky with moonlight sparkle. Then, its gaze all at once turned towards me and his eyes moved as if to say, “I am real,” and I realized then that these horses with large wings were alive! I screamed, yet again, and bolted in the opposite direction. The one who’d brought me there started laughing, moving from side to side in the doorway as if blocking my escape. I froze mid-step because I finally got a good look at him. He wasn’t human—more like a monstrous, wider, but shorter version of Gumby. He was black and hairy, with huge, droopy cartoon eyes. His expression and overall demeanor were oddly joyful and normal, and his voice sounded human. I wanted to see if there was any way I could reason my way out of there.

So, I said to him, pointing at him with both hands, “Let me see if I got this right. You want me to go over there and see something?” I said—gesturing back toward the horses, as if maybe there was something other than this. He listened intently as I spoke, smiling widely, as his mouth hung open, as if considering my question but not really. He motioned eagerly shooing me with both hands to go back, saying with excitement, “Yeah, go on, go on.” Hesitant, I replied, “Okaaaay,” and slowly turned toward the horses, deciding I’d keep my distance this time.

As I began to observe, I started looking at all the horses and saw that they had encircled and were seriously focused on a very large opening in the expanse. The horses stretched way across the night sky until the last one that I could see looked like a dot in the sky.  I went to the edge of the opening to see what they were focused on, and I looked down and saw a big giant earth slightly left of center, and about two miles down.  I looked back at the horses and after a minute or so, they suddenly and in unison, tilted downward about 30 degrees right. The inference was they were titling the earth on its axis.  Then I saw these beautiful twinkling lights of various pastel colors, moving in between and all around the horses’ back hoofs.  The twinkling lights then started turning into giant bears of the same colors and the bears began to jump over the edge toward the earth, one after the other and at different points in the line of horses.

I have to keep reminding myself that this is a dream, but it is no ordinary dream. In this dream, the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was waking up floating in earth’s atmosphere. The view was there was a pilgrim looking family straight ahead and slightly left.  On the right I could see a beautiful white sandy beach with bluish green water, and in the middle, I saw an Indian, monotone gray in color from head to toe like the one on a nickel coin — the kind with a teepee, and he moved forward. 

 [Sidenote: When I first started telling people about this prophetic dream, I would leave this next part out because it was almost too difficult to put into words, but when I was telling one of my sisters about it, and was just about to skip over this next part, God spoke to me and said, “Tell her all of it.”  And I said to her, ‘actually there is another separate event that is part of this dream, however, it is unrelated to the event that continues later on the beach.] 

This separate event involves these pilgrim looking people.   They were dressed like pilgrims who were gathering groceries to bring into the house.  I saw the mom, dad, their little girl, and there was an inference that there was another child, slightly older, however I couldn’t see them and couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl, but for sure, there was a little girl.  I saw a big picture window and was suddenly inside their home when I saw two burglars in the living room – one was short but bigger and the other tall and slender.

Both were wearing black and white horizontal striped prison jumpsuits, and they had on cat masks.  As the family approached their door, the bigger one was on the floor crawling in front of the couch towards the door, while the taller one, with hands perched, was tipping toward the front door.  I tried to warn the family not to come in, but they couldn’t hear me. As the family was entering the home, the dad was suddenly no longer on the scene.  I presumed he went back out to the car to get groceries, which was somewhat humorous because pilgrims didn’t have cars.  But there was nothing funny at all about what would happen next.

This situation turned horribly bad, fast, as I was suddenly outside of their home floating in the air and moving away, when I was stunned to see lots of smoke and fire, big, black, billows of smoke, with huge flames intermixed with big white billows of smoke. Big billowing flames were seemingly coming from every window of the entire house!  Very sadly, the inference here was that this family succumbed to the smoke and fire.  I noticed a tree lined modern street, perfectly landscaped with mature trees and sidewalks as if nothing ever happened.  My sister said, “Where was this? Who was this? What street was it on?” To which I knew none of the answers.  But she kept badgering me for answers as if it were real.  I told her, “It’s just a dream, and you’re acting like it’s real.”  She said, ‘It sounds like it could be real, and the people needed to be warned.’ 

At that moment and while she was still talking, I closed my eyes really tight and I focused deep into the center of my conscious, the place where God speaks to you, and I said a prayer, ‘God please, I know this is from you, but I don’t know who these people are, or where this is, or what it means.’  After a few seconds, He spoke to me and said “Petit.” And I said, “That sounds funny.”  And He said, “Remember what just happened to you.” (I’ll explain later.)   So, I just blurted it out and said “Petit, it’s spelled either “p-e-t-i-t or p-e-t-t-i-t but I don’t know if it’s a street name or a person’s name.  Besides, the inference about the events in this dream were imminent and inevitable and there wasn’t going to be anything we could do to change it.“

I continued to tell her about the dream from the first event. The gray Indian that had come forward, moved back.  I see a beautiful beach side resort.  I then landed on the beach and started walking.  I notice people, children, and a little girl with blonde curly hair all having a good time laughing and playing in the water.  After walking a few feet, I noticed a native lady with a blue scarf on her head with her hand over her mouth and she had a concerned look on her face.  When I was closer to her, she began to speak to me in an unknown language, but somehow, I understood what she was saying. 

And what she said was, ‘It looks strange out here; something doesn’t feel right; it seems like something is about to happen.’  And I responded to her in her native language, I spoke fluently, which is surprising because I didn’t know the language, but what I said was, ‘Nothing is going to happen.  I like it when the sun isn’t beaming.’  And we walked to the water’s edge where I noticed a large boulder rock sitting in the water that had one of the bears that had fallen from space, was now small and laying still.  This bear was blue and looked like a teddy graham cookie about three inches in diameter.  I also noticed other small bears still falling from the sky like lifeless little toys.

I said, “See, this is nothing,” as I lifted the blue one. I’m not exactly sure why, however, summoning all my strength, I crashed the bear against the rock. At once, it turned violent. It began yanking and snapping, and with each movement it grew angrier—larger and larger—until it became enormous and charged after me. The ground shook with monstrous ground shaking thuds as it pursued us, the air filled with the cries of people shouting, “Run!”

The bear was gaining on me quickly. In desperation, I began to cry out the name of Jesus, but in Hebrew. I shouted, “Yeshua, Yeshua!” And suddenly, the bear stopped. To my right, I noticed an old man seated at the head of a long table. He was alone, weighed down by despondency. It was clear that he was not only injured but had also lost everything. Then, the bear approached him. Resting its massive paws upon the old man’s shoulders, it seemed to heal him.

I said, “Alright — this is nothing,” and was about to resume what I was doing when the bear lunged toward me at extraordinary speed and began chasing me again! This time it was relentless; there was no slack up. Glancing back, I saw several more giant bears in fast pursuit, each a different hue — white, purple, others — closing the distance. I ran, and ran, and kept moving forward.

Amid the confusion I turned right and noticed, to my right, an object coming down in the night sky even though it was daylight. It seemed to be aware of the chaos: it was a craft, shaped like a keg or barrow, belted with black leather straps and studded, hammered fittings, its circumference lined with windows — a UFO appearing in daylight as if it had come the night before. As I continued to run I saw a vast wall of something was coming toward me, moving forward, with terrifying speed and straight on. Within that wall I noticed shapes of varying colors like red and blue, but the dominant color of the wall was brown; at first I thought it might be water, yet with its scale and motion sliding forward, I’m not sure what this is.

Panic rose as I passed the wall. I turned right again and ran toward a white, open building defined by a series of archs. On the outer patio stood a man, somewhat gaunt and eagerly ready to help. He was dressed in a short-sleeved yellow plaid shirt, brown checkered trousers, and a hat. He watched, intently, as the events unfolded.

He reached his hand down toward me as I approached and yelled in a hurried voice, ‘Give me your hand.’  I looked up at him and said, ‘Your skinny self can’t lift me.’  Then I heard something like a freight train and looked to my left and saw something violently rolling towards me very fast. So, I just closed my eyes and held out my hand and he lifted me up in one fell swoop. And just as he lifted me up, I heard a big monstrous WOOOOSSSSHHHH right underneath my feet and I looked down and saw water streaming by and it sent me into a full-blown panic. I repeatedly said ‘I gotta get out of here’ as I paced back and forth. And each time I said that, the man said, “It’s not gonna get you. Don’t worry.”  Then I looked over and saw the UFO perched behind the building, just behind us. The door was open and a ramp was down, and it appeared to be dark inside. 

Even though the man kept saying “It’s not gonna get you, don’t be afraid…” in my mind I had only two choices: either I was going to succumb to whatever was coming, or I had to get on the UFO.  I chose the UFO because in my mind, it was the only chance to survive. Besides, after what I had witnessed earlier in outerspace, I would take my chances with the aliens!

When I took one step to get on the UFO, I was suddenly swooped up in the air and into a director’s chair and I was surveying the damage.  It was a sight of complete chaos and utter destruction – it was total and complete annihilation.  It looked like an atomic bomb had hit it, multiple times over.  I looked down the coastline to see how far and widespread the destruction was, and it was as far as I could see.  It was bad!  There were sticks and bricks and piles of debris everywhere.  It was so horrible, that I started looking for dead bodies and didn’t see any.  This prophetic dream ended here, with me surveying the damage.

[Earlier when I said God spoke to me and said, “Remember what just happened to you,” this next part is what I believe He was referring to.]

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was start counting how many hours of sleep I had the night before, then the night before that, and the night before that!  I also kept having a real strong urge to tell somebody about the dream.  But in my mind that dream was crazy, and I decided that I wasn’t going to tell anybody about it.  I was thinking it could be from God, but I just wasn’t sure.  I was actually talking to someone on the phone later that day, and the urge was so strong that I almost slipped and told them and had to say never mind. 

I couldn’t understand why I kept having the urge to tell someone about that dream when I had already decided emphatically that I wasn’t going to say anything.  After the day was over, I got ready for bed and looked at the peaceful night sky through my uncovered half circle windows, and just at the very moment that I reached to pull the covers, the whole sky lit up bright!  I jumped up saying, “What was that?” 

I couldn’t sleep at all!  This is what happened to me when I questioned something I should have known was from God. I was very afraid because I really thought the bears were coming, which is funny now, but it wasn’t then because the dream was so real.  I knew the very moment the sky lit up that the dream was indeed from God. It was a Divine Dream and I began to pray asking God’s forgiveness for not recognizing His urging. 

I begged and pleaded with Him all the rest of the night. The next day, I also spent in prayer as I went through the day and made a promise that if it wasn’t too late, and if He gave me another chance, I would tell anybody who’s willing to listen.  However, I didn’t know who to tell or even how to begin to tell this dream, because to me that dream was crazy, we’re talking invisible people and UFOs and other worldly beings.  God responded and told me that it wasn’t necessarily meant for those who I would tell, rather it was meant for someone who would overhear.  When I said I didn’t even know how to start telling about this dream, and He said start by saying ‘do you want to hear something funny?’

That was a relief!  And I kept my word, I told people at work and at home, and I told anybody who was willing to listen. I was very cognisant of whether anyone that I wasn’t talking to was listening.  One thing I did notice is when I was at work, I noticed the guy who sat in a cubicle on the other side of the wall across from me, would stop typing every time I told the dream.  And he would continue to type when I got to the end.  I’m not sure if it was meant for him or not.

This dream was prophetic. Just a couple of months later, on December 26, 2004, there was a massive 9.3 Magnitude earthquake in the Indian Ocean that produced waves up to 100ft that killed approximately 250 thousand people. This was the worst natural disaster in modern history. World Vision says the tsunami’s waves traveled across the Indian Ocean at 500 mph, the speed of a jet plane.  The magnitude of the Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami was staggering! The extensive damage was so catastrophic that the entire shoreline was flattened, impacting over twelve countries. Whole cities—wiped off the map! But the loss of life and the devastating emotional toll it took on survivors and first responders are immeasurable. The massive undersea earthquake that triggered the tsunami caused a shift in the Earth’s mass distribution. This shift altered the planet’s rotation and changed the Earth’s length of day. It’s estimated that the earthquake shortened the length of a day by about 2.68 microseconds (millionths of a second). Additionally, the shift in mass caused by the earthquake also moved the Earth’s axis by about 2.5 cm (1 inch), further emphasizing the immense power of this catastrophic event.

The first documentary I saw about this event had details that were exactly like my dream, including the Indian coming forward before seeing the beach was a literal symbolic location and the actual resort indicating the place where the event would occur in the Indian Ocean. The images were identical as in my dream. One person talked about the Tai lady walking along the beach with a scarf on her head and her hand to her mouth saying, ‘it looked like something was going to happen.’ Me crashing the little blue bear against the big boulder rock that was in the water in my dream was symbolic of the real crash shifting of the tectonic Indian and Burma plates that displaced massive amounts of water causing the tsunami. It talked about the waves in terms of the characteristics of the bears in my dream, starting big, going to small, then growing to super huge and started chasing people, then suddenly stop and recede, only to start again in relentless pursuit to the unexpected detriment of so many people.

In the documentary, one lady described the big wall of water in almost verbatim terms as the big wall of something in my dream, that my sister said sounded like water because of the big WOOOOSHHHH sound and I thought might be water because I looked down and did see water streaming by. The only thing that was different is, I said the dominant color was brown and she said the main color was brown. There was even a little boy who said he was yelling “Yeshua, Yeshua” as he was running for higher ground. It even talked about the little girl with blonde curly hair, in those exact terms. And from the actual tsunami footage, I know now that the inference that the old man that was sick, despondent and alone in my dream was because in actuality, he had lost his wife while both were clinging to a wooden table. He survived but was injured, however, his wife did not survive, and he indeed had lost everything.

There is no doubt that this dream was prophetic. The massive earthquake that caused a cosmic shift in the earth’s rotation and time can be, I believe, attributed to the spiritual horses that had halfway encircled and shifted the earth on its axis in my dream.

The separate event in my dream regarding the pilgrim looking people also came true in real life, three years later, in 2007. God told me the name Petit in answer to my impromptu prayer about this event back in 2004, three years before it happened, and that is exactly the name of the family that endured this horrific tragedy in real life. How I found out it came true, is I was on my computer one day while casually watching television, when a true crime documentary came on. It described the family as “pilgrim looking people,” which caught my attention. How the documentary described what happened to this family is identical to my dream, except God spared me the depravity and horrid details of their deaths. There were two burglars, one short and stout, and the other tall and slender — exactly the same as in my dream.

Wikipedia describes their ordeal this way: “On July 23, 2007, two home intruders entered the home of the Petit family in Cheshire, Connecticut, United States. The perpetrators Steven Hayes and Joshua Andrew Komisarjevsky initially planned only to burglarize the house but went on to murder Jennifer Hawke-Petit and her two daughters, 17-year-old Hayley Petit and 11-year-old Michaela Petit. Their father, Dr. William Petit, managed to escape despite sustaining severe injuries. The house was set on fire and the mom, and her two daughters were killed suffering the most brutal and heinous crimes that had ever occurred in the history of their town.”

I spent a lot of time trying to understand the meaning of this prophetic dream. Admittedly, it has astrological, astronomical, metaphysical, with spiritual and physical parallel markers that far exceed the level of my understanding of these sciences. But what I believe is, and what stands out the most to me, is that these two prophetic and cataclysmic events, one big, one small but equally important to God, were of biblical proportion and fulfilled, at least in part, Jesus’ end time prophesies of “earthquakes in divers places and the increase in lawlessness,” such that these physical events were spiritual markers that prompted His second coming.

Just like two thirds of this prophetic dream have already come true, I believe the final third is about to happen. I believe Jesus is on His way, which was symbolic of the High Priest wearing the Ephod, the Breastplate of Judgement, and coming on a cloud, who continued to travel in the direction that I came from in my dream. I also believe the shifting of the earth’s rotation changing or shortening the time infers as Jesus has previously stated, ‘had these days not been cut short, no flesh would survive.’ People should re-embrace their faith and hold on to it tight because before we know it, He’s going to be here, right in front of us, and then it will be too late.